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“Just because I am hormonal, does not mean I have no patience for our mate,” Fox tells me. “I know this is not the time for mating rituals, and I resent the assumption …”
“I’m sorry. I did not mean to imply anything,” I cut him off. “Now, I’d rather our chimera killing task didn’t take all night. So, if you are ready, I would appreciate it if you would begin.”
He is highly strung tonight, but I do not blame him.
All of us are a little on edge.
I am still shaken by the sick words of the men we found surrounding our mate. I did not expect to be gripped by such a strong, violent urge to kill, but I know it is a primal shifter trait. Experiencing it first hand was eye-opening to say the least.
I crouch down and pick our mate up. She is light in my arms, and her back is warm to the touch where Fox was snuggled up against her. He is watching her with sad eyes when I look back up at him.
“The sooner we are done with the chimera, the sooner we get to spend time with our mate.”
Fox nods. “Let’s go. I want to be at Lita’s house before Scar even arrives.”
That is seriously unlikely, but I do not tell him so.
Scratch rushes to catch up when Fox takes off at a sprint, and Snake disappears into the trees above.
They are a worry, but I know they will do what is asked of them.
Lita sleeps in my arms as I carry her through the woods.
Chapter Seven
Scar
Theinstinctthattoldme something was wrong when we were waiting for the portal to open comes back as I set foot in my mother’s yard. The house looks dark, and I know it must be late enough for my mother to be inside. Dread fills me as I think about what I just saved Lita from.
It was too early for Lita to be in the woods.
She should have been at work.
There is no way my mother would not have noticed her absence.
If she’d had any inkling that Lita would be in danger, she would have done something.
I am not certain what, and now I am worried about what I am going to find inside her house.
Setting Lita down on the grass, I move toward the back door and try the handle.
It is locked. I tap my hand on the wood, knocking quietly.
I do not hear any sounds in response, and when I peer through the window there are no lights shining inside the building. I do not know if my mother is home. If she is not …
No. I cannot think of that. Not now.
I must think of Lita and ensure her safety.
It is not difficult to break the door. Very little effort makes the old wood snap and splinter around the lock until I can apply more pressure to push the door open.
Lifting Lita back into my arms, I hold her close when she shudders in her sleep.
It is getting colder out here. She needs to be warmed up.
Stepping into the house, I close the door as much as it will close before I make my way around the kitchen table and bring Lita into the hallway and into her bedroom.
I lay her down on her bed and adjust the blankets until she is cocooned.
