Page 50 of Wolf Targeted
“Right. We will still keep scouting, and if you see something, don’t engage. We will all go out in the morning and search for the cameras.” I stand.
I need to warn Jordan and Bill. This is an absolute disaster.
“What about Jara?” Angela asks.
“You are to stay with her at all times unless she’s in the house. That hasn’t changed.”
“I’m one of the best scouts we have,” Angela argues.
“You’re also the only one I trust to keep her safe outside of the house.”
“Rude,” Alex says. “I saved her from the roof tile.”
“Yes, by knocking her on her ass,” Angela says with a nod to me, accepting her role as protector.
I narrow my eyes on Alex, but I can’t be mad that he pushed her out of the way. It saved her from a head injury or possibly worse.
I clench my hands into fists at my sides, and it takes everything in me not to punch something or someone. Probably Alex. I can’t think about the worse possibility in that scenario.
“I need to make a couple calls.” I grunt and walk out the door.
They all know their roles and what to do; I don’t need to babysit them. I storm around the side of the pack house and to the front door. I open the door slowly and slip inside.
Bothering Jara when I have business to handle isn’t something I am looking forward to doing right now.
I head into the kitchen and grab the sandwich she made for me. What had she meant when she said she didn’t know why she did it? Was it instinctive?
My wolf is constantly beating at me to care for her the way she cares for everyone around here, except for herself.
That’s one of the most infuriating things about my mate. She will go to war with me over the pack’s wellbeing, but she throws herself headfirst into danger without a second thought.
How am I supposed to keep her safe if she does that? I shake my head and take the sandwich with me into my office.
I flop into my chair, pick up the sandwich, and take a big bite. Fuck, she made it exactly the way I like it.
Guilt gnaws at me as I chew slowly. It’s just a fucking sandwich. Why does the gesture make me feel like the biggest asshole in the world?
I drop it back on the plate, pick up the secure landline, and dial Jordan first. He’s a workaholic, so I know that even though it’s close to the end of the day, he will be there.
“Hey, boss,” he answers, breathless.
Did he run to the phone? The wolf is dedicated, I will give him that.
“Jordan, there have been some… developments here at home.”
“One second, boss.” He closes a door. “There are agents in the building.”
“Fuck, I thought we gave them everything they needed. Why are they there?” I scrub a hand down my face.
“They just showed up today with more warrants and started kicking people out of their desks to search their computers. I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Have you spoken to Bill?”
Dread sinks its icy claws in my chest. What could they possibly be looking for? Do they know that I only employ shifters? Are they about to start hunting down my employees?
“No, I was going to when you called. They just showed up.” His voice shakes with his fear.
“I’ll call him, but I need you to think very carefully for a minute.” I screw my eyes closed.
