Page 270 of Omega for the Pack

It was pitch dark outside.

I was walking fast in the general direction of the road. I needed to use the flashlight from my phone. As I fumbled with my phone, I suddenly dropped my phone into the water.

“Damn it,” I muttered, bending down to feel for it on the ground. I couldn’t see a damn thing in the night. Then, suddenly, I heard a harsh whisper in my ear.

“You’re mine, bitch.”

My heart jumped in my throat. Freezing midway, I heard the voice veer off into a loud cackle.

“Who’s that? Is that you Caleb?” I said loudly, my heart racing. Chills went down my spine. There had to be someone out here. The top of my right arm felt like it was burning, and I screamed.

There was something out here attacking me. Ditching my phone, I started running back toward the house but crashed into someone.

“Jade! Are you okay?” asked Caleb, shining a bright flashlight into my face. His face was twisted in concern, wondering why I was screaming like a mad woman.

“Something just attacked me,” I shouted, breathless and grabbing my arm. The burning was still there, but it had died down a little bit. “My arm.”

He shined the flashlight onto my shaky arm, and I was horrified to see four long scratches on it. Like wolf claw marks.

His face suddenly turned white as he shined the flashlight everywhere. To my shock, nothing was there.

“I need to get you out of here,” he rasped.He knew what it was.

“Wait, my phone fell in the water,” I said.

He helped me locate my phone with his flashlight, and then he grabbed my hand - quickly leading me toward his truck. There was something out here that he wasn’t telling me about.

“Get in,” he said, opening the passenger door for me, and I quickly hopped inside. I couldn’t stop staring at my arm. It was unbelievable. Could it have been an alpha in his shifted state? But it didn’t explain the creepy voice. It couldn’t have been an alpha whispering and then shifting in a matter of seconds. That was impossible. At least from what I knew.

Caleb climbed into the truck, revving the engine the minute he shut the door.

“Where do you live?” he asked.

“Down King’s Aisle Street. Maybridge Apartments,” I said.

“Got it,” he said. The island wasn’t that big, and he would know the general area at least.

“Do you know what attacked me?” I asked. He silently zoomed down the road, intent on getting the hell out of there.“Caleb? You clearly know what it is, but you’re not telling me. Do you have a pet wolf or something? Tell me!”

“I didn’t tell you how our wife died,” he said. “She was found with claw marks and mutilated beyond recognition.”

My hand flew to my mouth.

“Oh my god,” I said. “That’s so horrible. I’m sorry.”

“It was five years ago,” Caleb continued. “We had only been married for six months. We left her just one night to have a alphas' night out so she could relax at home and…well, I paid for it dearly. I made a vow to never, ever do that again. I abandoned our omega at the time that she was the most scared. The time she needed her alphas the most. I will never forgive myself.”

No wonder he was overprotective and overbearing. His past had left a scar on him. I was starting to understand his fear now of taking on a new omega. The huge responsibility on his shoulders for his new mate.

I didn’t know what to say. I’ve never had to deal with the death of anyone close to me. But simply imagining his pain made me want to bawl. I looked at the scratches on my arm, bleeding down my dress. He handed me a tissue, and I held it to my wound.

“Mistakes happen in life,” I said. “Who or what do you think could have attacked her?”

“I have no idea,” he said. “Glenda was such an introvert. She didn’t have any friends, really, just family. I can’t think of anyone who would want to attack her so violently.”

“I can’t even imagine,” I said, cradling my arm and pressing the tissue against it. This wasn’t my imagination. The scratch was clearly there, and there was a voice before it attacked me. I didn’t want to tell him about the voice and what it said. It was too bizarre and I would sound insane.

I turned my phone on, hoping it would still work after being submerged in water for so long. After a couple of minutes, itfinally lit up, and I was relieved. Pulling up my text messages, I realized I hadn’t texted any of my friends back for several hours and had missed calls from Keera. When I got home, I was prepared to tell the girls my sob story and what happened. They were so excited that I was finally going to get matched to a pack, and it still hadn’t happened.

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