Page 75 of A Wolf's Heart

Rainor held his hand out, palm down. “Weylin,” he said, then he held his hand out over the first. “Max.” He was telling Weylin where they sat on the ladder.

I shrugged. “I mean, he’s not wrong.” I got out of the car and quickly embraced Max, giving him lots of snuggles and pets. He was so excited to see me, he wiggled to the point I couldn’t hold him.

Not waiting around for the guys to get out, I went in with Max and made him his breakfast, apologizing profusely for being late. I made myself a coffee while chatting away with Max, telling him about Kage’s apartment penthouse condo thing, and breakfast, and that I was mad at Weylin.

Kind of.

Speaking of…

I began searching around for the cameras. By the time the guys came into the house, I had five of them ripped off the walls and lined up on the counter. Not a single wolf looked sheepish as they glanced at the cameras. Weylin looked longingly at them.

“Would you at least consent to the outdoor cameras?” Rainor asked, tablet in hand as he swiped through it, not even glancing up at me.

“Yes, but I want access to them too.”

“Fair enough, sending access to your email.” He pulled out his phone and, after a few taps, went back to his tablet.

“I have no idea where my phone is,” I mumbled to myself. I walked around the house, searching in the typical locations. Weylin was busy in the kitchen, cooking, while Kage bent his head down over Rain’s shoulder, the two of them reading over something.

After searching my room, the kitchen, and the couch cushions, I nearly gave up until I went to the bathroom and found it sitting on the counter. I had twelve missed calls and an insane number of text messages, all from this morning—which had only been in a span of five hours—and all of them from Chief Nix.

I slowly walked out of the bathroom, skimming through the texts. Did something happen pertaining to the case? Did a new case open up? Was the precinct on fire? The sheer volume of texts had me so worked up, I began to feel hot with anxiety.

Once I began reading them, though, that anxiety turned to anger, and the heat turned to a flush spreading through my body.

“You all right, babe?” Weylin asked from the kitchen.

“Hm, yes, fine.” I was too focused on my phone to give him any more than that.

Chief:Are you sick?

Why aren’t you in yet?

This isn’t very professional. Not like you.

Answer now or I'm sending a wellness check.

What is happening?

Answer me.

Answer me.

Answer me.

There had been days here or there when I spent the night working on cases and slept through the morning, however Roddy had never acted in such a way, with such intense worry. What annoyed me, though, was that the further I scrolled through the messages, the more they—and his mental state—seemed to deteriorate. Threats of my job being on the line. Talk about not being able to have an officer that was unreliable on the force. And then demands about if this had to do with the city police force. Where the hell did the donut and rainbow chief disappear to? Had someone swiped his phone?

After I read the final text about him needing all and any files on the alpha case, which he had called the Cartway Park case, I was flabbergasted.

I was able to divulge information to him, but only the same information we were currently giving the public, and only if we needed his assistance in keeping the public safe. The public was safe, since the killer wasn’t after any member of the public; it was the alphas who weren’t safe. He had no right requesting these documents.

I was beginning to have trouble breathing, dropping my head down and leaning over the kitchen counter as cramping took over low in my belly. I groaned.

“Hey now.” Weylin wrapped an arm around me, his warm palm flat against my belly. I took a deep breath.

“What’s going on?” Rainor asked. He held his hand out for my phone, as if he expected me to just give it to him.

“Nothing, it’s just work,” I said, setting it in front of me as I paid more attention to Weylin’s wandering hands.

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