Page 36 of Wolf Trapped
I grab one of the buckets from Patrick and charge toward the flames with a roar throwing water at the closest flames. We need to hurry up and put this out. I need to see my mate. I need to make sure this animal didn’t get to her.
Angela is there, but I won’t feel better until I can see her. I run back to Patrick, grab another bucket, and repeat the process.
It takes hours, but we finally have the flames out. The ground, wet from the effort, doesn’t cover the scorch marks in the earth. “Alpha, this mark looks like the letter J.” Alex’s eyes are wide as he looks at the ground ten yards away.
“What the fuck?” I jog to where he’s standing, tracing the scorched earth with my eyes. “That’s an A.”
“This is a D, Alpha,” Patrick calls. “Shit.”
“What is it?” I turn to the man. His expression is terrified. “This spells out die.”
I don’t wait for the rest with the two letters at the top and the bottom spelling die; I can already figure out what this says. I sprint to the house deciding on the way back that we are moving to a safe location no one knows about. This is not happening. I was sure there were threats before, and now I’m positive.
I refuse to let that clear message come to pass. I will destroy everything and go anywhere to keep my mate safe. I climb the stairs and go to the window that looks over the clearing needing confirmation, and as the smoke clears, the words come into view.
“Jara will die” is scorched into the earth in the clearing. I have never been so glad that my bedroom window overlooks the town, not the clearing. Jara doesn’t need to see that, especially since it will never come true. I will die first.
“Angela.” I roar through the house, and the bedroom door clicks shut, the lock snapping into place a second later.
“What is it?” She asks, and I point out the window. She gasps before her features turn angry. “What are we going to do?”
“I’m taking her away somewhere safe. I would like to blame this on the rogue, but it could be anyone.” I scrub a hand over my face leaning up against the window frame.
“What about the rogue? I don’t know who else would have done this and put our entire pack in danger like this.”
I have an idea, but I don’t say anything out loud. The woman has been quiet about her petty jealousy since Jacob’s death which is surprising since I expected her to start ranting again as if Jacob’s death proved her point.
I don’t have any proof, either. I can’t accuse anyone of anything without evidence. “You could be right, but I’m not taking any chances. I need you to take over for a while. I will be around, though. If you have an emergency or find this fucker call me.”
“You got it, Alpha.” She spits out angrily when there’s a knock on the front door.
I stomp down the stairs and open the door. Patrick is standing there, panting and looking nervous. “Alpha, sorry to bother you, but no one has seen Carter. We can’t find him.”
“Take the others on patrol with you and search for him. If he found the rogue, he could be injured somewhere. Angela is going to be in charge until further notice. I need to take my mate away from here. That message was just too close.”
“Yes, Alpha.” He nods before spinning and running for the path. I hope Carter didn’t try to track down the rogue by himself and get killed. He is a valued member of the pack, and we can’t handle another loss like Jacob’s.
“Where do you think Cater is?” Angela asks as I close the door.
“I don’t know," I admit softly. "I smelled the rogue when I scented the smoke, but he was moving in the opposite direction. I had a tough time trying to decide what to do.”
“You smelled the rogue?” she asks, shocked. “And you had to make a choice, fuck.”
“My thoughts exactly. I was unhappy that I had to let the fucker go,” I growl. It pisses me off more than anything. I want that bastard caught and disposed of as soon as I torture him to find out who the fuck sent him to terrorize my pack.
“We will get him, Archer. I refuse to let Jacob’s killer get away with it.” Her eyes shine with vengeance. I should probably be concerned about that, but from what I have seen the last few weeks, it’s obvious that she is in love with Jacob, no matter how much Alex attempts to make a move on her.
I notice all, and the man is completely into her and changed his whole demeanor just to get her attention. I am not complaining about the change. He has actually been helpful. He just better know that if he hurts her, John’s punishment will look like a day at the beach compared to what I do to him.
Angela is right. I better never have daughters. It will be a disaster.
“I need to go see my mate.” I stomp up the stairs. I square my shoulder and open the door. Jara is on the bed, her back to me, and I remember our fight earlier and sigh. “Pack a bag. We need to leave.” I slam the door, lock it and walk to the shared closet.
I pull out a few shirts though I probably won’t wear them. I move to the dresser and start pulling things out. Jara is deceptively quiet. I turn my head over my shoulder to see she’s still lying there. “If you don’t pack what you want, I have no problem with you walking around the place naked as it’s secluded.”
“Why are we leaving?” she whispers, her voice raw and broken. I cringe. Has she been crying? I harden my gaze, not letting her see how much that bothers me. She used me to get what she wanted. She thinks she can use her sexy body, and I’ll give her anything.
She would be right under normal circumstances, but when her safety is at risk. No fucking way.
