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I thought about Lucas's words. I know about the dispute between the two packs. I didn't know the details, but for a pack to do border patrols meant it was serious.

I pulled out my phone and called Lucas. I pulled it to my ear and swallowed, keeping my eyes trained on the woods. I still saw nothing; there was no sign that anyone was out there, but I could feel it. I knew deep in my butt someone was watching.

"Yes?" he answered calmly.

"Where are you?" I asked, my eyes tracking but tracking nothing.

"The fire station, why?"

I swallowed, unsure of what to say. It was just a feeling, but I knew myself. I was never wrong.

"Someone is in the woods by my house."

He was quiet for a second before I heard movement on his end. "Do not go anywhere," he said coldly. “I'll be there in five."

I nodded as he ended the call. I swallowed, my eyes finding nothing. Another shiver ran down my spine, and I straightened my back. If someone was watching, I didn't want them to find a weak girl, even if in that moment I felt like one.

Chapter 14 - Lucas

My knuckles were white as I drove, pulling toward Gina's house. My entire body felt like it was locking up as I unbuckled. Fear gripped me. Someone was in the woods.

I swung out of my truck and marched up to the house. I was tense and worried. Anyone could cross the border into her land and hurt her. There was nothing stopping them.

I told Ayden about the phone call, and he turned pale. We all knew who it could be, and the thought of them being so close to the border put all of us on edge.

We hadn't seen Logan, but that didn't mean he wasn't lurking. There was no way he was sitting quietly after everything that happened. He was planning, and I just hoped today wasn't the day he decided to do something.

I found Gina standing in the garden, and I relaxed slightly. She had at least listened and stayed there instead of lurking around the wood herself. The thought of her going into the woods to whoever was waiting made me uncomfortable. Her wolf was too small, too fragile to go against another.

"You're fast," she said, and I could see her shoulders relax a little. "Did you speed here?"

"Wouldn't matter if I did or not," I said, my eyes snapping to the woods.

I heard her snort. "You did speed, which means you're concerned." I glanced at her, and the smile that had appeared for a second disappeared.

"I am," I said. "Stay here. I'm going to look around. "

I hopped over the small metal fence of the garden and started down the hill towards the woods. I felt the hair on mybody rise, but not because someone was there. I could smell that someone had been.

The scent was foul. A mixture of sweat and blood coated the air, and it made my stomach churn. And it wasn’t anyone I knew. This wasn’t a scent I recognized, so it wasn’t anyone from town.

I entered the woods, my eyes scanning the space, finding it silent and empty. The woods were quiet, but this was too quiet. That only happened when something was around.

I looked down, finding footprints pressed into the dirt. They were large enough for a man, and my stomach flipped. The smell and the footprints told me someone had been there. Someone had been here watching Gina. And that angered me.

She couldn't stay at the house anymore. It was unsafe. If someone was ballsy enough to stand and watch, they were ballsy enough to go up to the house and hurt her.

An image of Gina being shoved down hit me all too quickly. It was when they were younger, and her brother shoved her into a pit. She'd tried clawing her way out, but she couldn't.

Gina wouldn't even know what was coming before it happened. She would end up hurt or worse. I couldn't let anything happen to her. She'd already had enough heartache when we were growing up. She didn't need to worry about this now.

I curled my hands into fists and scanned the space once more, looking for any sign of them. But there were no other footprints, just the ones like the person had stood here for a while. The thought of them standing here more than once made me feel sick.

It wouldn't take much to walk up the hill and enter the house. With the renovations, Gina hardly locked the door. She wasn't sleeping there, but she was there early in the morning and late into the night sometimes. And she was often alone.

I thought back to everything that had been happening with Logan. Owen was still very protective of Ashley, and for good reason. As independent as she was, Logan was a monster.

The thought of him putting his hands on Gina made my entire body tense up. The idea itself made me sick. I looked down and kicked the dirt marks, hoping it made it known that I had been there. The person would likely come back, and if I found them, I was going to strangle the life out of them.

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