Page 26 of Wolf Targeted
“You really think these were accidents?” I stand and cross my arms over my chest.
She isn’t serious, right? It’s too much of a coincidence to be an accident, and I don’t believe in coincidences.
“She’s going to be pissed, but I get it. She’s been through a lot since she got here.” Angela tilts her head back.
“She already is pissed. I told her this after she followed Libby into the woods alone.”
Alex runs a hand down his face. “Maybe someone should talk to McKenna and get briefed on what she saw when she cleaned this place up.”
“I’ll go,” I say. “I need to know what’s happening inside my pack. You two unload the truck.”
I climb up the stairs and walk out the front door. I have no idea where Jara went, but I’m glad that I don’t run into her again.
I’m barely down the steps when McKenna comes striding up the drive with a box in her hands. She glances at the truck and then over at me.
“Alpha,” she says with a nod.
“McKenna, I need to know what you saw when you cleaned up after the shelf fell. Did anything look suspicious or off?” I fold my arms over my chest.
“What should I have been looking for? One of the bolts was broken in half, and I replaced it.” She shrugs and frowns, as if she’s trying to remember.
“A bolt was broken?”
Those bolts are supposed to be solid steel. How could a bolt have just broken out of nowhere?
“Yes, it was a bit strange since it wasn’t rusted or stripped or anything, but maybe it just wasn’t supposed to be strong enough to hold the shelf up on its own?” She adjusts the box in her hands.
“What do you mean on its own?” I ask, dread sinking in my gut.
“It was the only bolt I found alpha.”
What the fuck? There should have been more bolts holding that shelf down. Is someone in the pack trying to hurt my mate?
I don’t know what will happen to the pack if something were to happen to Jara, but it looks like someone is trying to steal her away from me. Again.
7
Jara
I blink my eyes open to the early morning sun shining through the window and reach next to me.
His side of the bed is empty and cold. Why did I think he would be there? It seems like he’s never there anymore.
He slept somewhere else again last night—probably went back to the guest room like he used to. What the hell is going on with him?
My heart aches, but I refuse to let the tears fall.
“Argh!” I scream into the pillow and punch it repeatedly.
This is all so fucked up. Archer is being Archer again, and I can’t fucking stand it. A knock at the door pulls me from my chosen form of stress relief, and I roll onto my back.
“Come in,” I call.
Angela peeks her head in, and I scowl.
“Hey, I’m not the one who ordered you not to leave the house.” She steps into the room, closing the door behind her.
“I know.” I sigh and put the pillow over my face to scream into it again.
