Page 31 of Wolf Tormented
The door to the house clicks shut behind us as we make our way through the quiet house.
Why is it so quiet? Where is my mate?
Is she upstairs cursing the day she met me because she can’t leave the house, or is something wrong?
I shake off the worry, lead Patrick into my office, and close the door behind us.
“Tim came to me with grim news.” Patrick flops down in the chair in front of my desk.
“What is it?” I ask.
“The roof tile…”
“Spit it out already.”
What happened with the roof tile? We don’t seriously have another pack member trying to kill Jara, right?
“There is evidence it may have been tampered with.” Patrick scrubs a hand over his face as his fear permeates the air.
“Someone is after my mate again?”
What the fuck? How did my pack become so disloyal? I mean, they aren’t all disloyal, but who the fuck is after my mate this time, and why?
I race over to the desk and pick up the landline. There’s one person I need to talk to before I lose my shit. He’s sworn a blood oath never to come after my mate.
The phone rings twice before a gruff voice answers. “Hello?”
“You better not be going back on your blood oath, Kyle,” I bark into the phone.
“Why would you think that?” Kyle asks.
There’s a tremor in his voice.
Good. He should be fucking scared.
“Did you blackmail another member of my pack?” I growl.
“No, I took a blood oath. I have no plans to break it. Ever.” His voice raises an octave.
“Fuck!” I bellow.
Who is after my mate this time? Why can’t we catch a fucking break?
“I warned you the last time as best as I could without breaking the blood oath I took.”
“Grayson?” I ask, but Kyle keeps his mouth shut.
How is he doing this from his pack? Is there someone working for him, or is it a member of my own pack acting out on their own?
“Your mate isn’t safe,” Kyle whispers, and the click on the phone is ominous as he hangs up.
I turn back to Patrick. He has a worried frown on his face.
“Did you hear all that?” I ask.
“Yes, he sounded terrified. I think he’s telling the truth.” Patrick runs a hand down his face.
“What are we going to do? I can’t have enforcers on her every minute of the day.” I collapse into my chair.
