Page 106 of His Wild Mate

I ran after her, afraid she was going to take off and was relieved to find she had genuinely laid down.

“Paige, what happened?”

“The stalker found me. He was here. Right here in this room.”

“I know. I smelled him. You hid under the bed didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did. The door was locked but he came in through the bathroom. I've never been so scared, Emmett.”

“I'm so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Yes, I do. You're my mate. It's my job to protect you. I should never have left you alone.”

“You couldn't possibly know he put a tracker on your car.”

I sighed. “James went back through the video footage of our house and saw him do it. He called and told me. I raced back up here as fast as I could, but it was too late.”

“I know. I was in the woods trying to intercept you when he threw a rock at my head. When I woke up, I was in that little room with him.”

Thomas had returned. My wolf was in tune with his as it was with all my Six Pack brothers. The five of them were just outside the door, listening in to everything from the hallway. I considered warning her, but she seemed transformed, stuck in the nightmare she was sharing as she worked through everything that had happened.

“You told me Thomas was going to kill you. Why would you think that?”

At the mention of his name Thomas stepped into the room.

Paige glanced up at him and sighed. “You found him, didn't you?”

He nodded.

I hated the way her shoulders drooped like she was resolved to whatever fate she imagined was coming her way.

“I should have run. I'm sorry, Emmett. Please don't blame him for it.”

“Blame who? Found who? Did you find Eugene, that dumbass?”

“We did. He was down in the room—dead.”

I growled. “He was supposed to be my kill.”

Paige shook her head. “You don't mean that.”

“How did he die?” I asked. I needed to know.

“I killed him,” she said. “I killed a Collier wolf. I know what that means. I should have run while I had the chance. I always run, but then you were there, and I just couldn't.”

I could feel her sadness as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered.

I looked at Thomas for clarification.

He nodded. “We found him with a fire poker through his chest.”

I cringed. That was a brutal way to die, yet somewhat satisfying. My only regret was that I hadn't done it myself. But my mate was strong, and she'd done what she had to do.

“Nice.”

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