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“Pretty much everything’s trashed, so I’d guess a big one. I have no idea the size.”
“Gotcha. I’ll see if they can get one delivered today. I’ll send over some omegas to help, too.”
He opened his mouth to say he didn’t want any help, but the reality was that he and Kismet had literally no home in Wilde Creek until the house was emptied and repaired.
“Thanks. We’ll stay at the apartment in the shop until the house is in order again. I’ll be leaving soon to take care of this problem, but Kismet will be here, along with Malachi, Zander, and Caleb.”
“Who’s going with you besides Acksel?”
“Lucian and Sam I suspect, and probably a few other protectors.”
“If you need me, give me a holler.”
“Will do.”
Ren turned toward the house. Something caught the corner of his eye and he turned to look at a wolf who trotted toward him. The wolf stopped with his head low and his gaze on him. Ren canted his head and listened intently. He could hear Zander and Caleb talking at the back of the house.
This wolf wasn’t anyone he knew.
The wolf growled, and several other wolves prowled out behind him, followed by the males he’d seen at the restaurant with Stef. In that moment, he realized the broken-into-house had been a trap that he’d willingly walked his mate right into. There would be no meeting in Payler with Stef. She’d brought the meeting tohim.
“Kismet!” Ren yelled as his wolf rose to the forefront, his claws and fangs erupting in preparation for a fight. “Stay inside!”
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Kismet shoved a broken lamp into a trash bag and groaned when the sharp edge tore the bag.
“Damn it.”
She dropped the bag and pulled another from the box, snapping it in the air until it opened. She carefully placed the torn bag inside the new bag and picked up the larger pieces of ceramic off the floor. A picture frame that held a childhood photo of Ren and his parents was broken. She undid the back and removed the still-intact photo and carried it into the kitchen, where the table was miraculously unharmed. She set the photo on the table. She picked up one of the broken chairs and two of the legs clattered to the floor. It crossed her mind to wonder why the people who had done the damage had left the table alone, but she decided she didn’t really care. It wasn’t like she could get confirmation, anyway. They’d probably been in a hurry to avoid being caught by the patrols and had done the damage where they could in the time allotted.
She hefted the chair in front of her and walked out of the kitchen and toward the front door so she could toss it in the pile Ren was making with the furniture. Although the circumstances sucked, she’d marveled at his strength. He’d lifted a freaking recliner like it weighed nothing and carried it out of the house without breaking a sweat.
That washermale.
Sexy beast.
She was about to step onto the porch with the chair when she heard Ren call her name. It wasn’t a sexy way, but the one word was full of fear, and she’d never heard that from her mate. She crossed the threshold to the porch as he finished shouting, “Stay inside!”
She froze. Wolves stalked toward her mate along with males she recognized from the altercation at the restaurant. Around the corner of the house, Zander and Caleb rushed forward and joined Ren, their claws and fangs visible. She stepped further on the porch, wanting to help but not sure she could do anything but get in the way.
Call for help, damn it!
She turned to race into the house when Stef appeared between her and the doorway. Where the hell had she come from?
“Hello, usurper,” Stef said.
The female looked dressed for battle in black leather pants and a black tank that highlighted tanned skin and muscles.
Kismet’s hands tightened on the broken chair. “Get out of my house.”
“Oh, you mean my future mate’s house? Nah. I’ll stick around. You, on the other hand, have two seconds to leave and never return.”
Fury trickled through Kismet. Stef was delusional. Only a giant asshat would try to separate a mated pair.
Kismet let her wings free. They slid through the slits in the back of her shirt and stretched out behind her.
“I won’t tell you again,” Kismet said. “Take your pack and get the hell out of Wilde Creek.”
