Page 8 of Wolf Tormented
“Humans have been watching you? If you can get me proof that they are watching you maybe I can get the rest of this to go away. They can’t surveil you without a warrant.”
I shake my head. “They’re the human government. They can do whatever they want, Bill. Not having a warrant isn’t going to stop them from trespassing on private property.”
Having to attend some stupid meeting so they can try to accuse me of things I have never done is bullshit.
“Fine, tell me when, and I’ll be there,” I say. “I want this over with once and for all.”
I promised Alpha Callahan that I would help buy up the land around the other packs to help them stay safe from the humans, but I can’t do that while under investigation.
“This afternoon in my office,” Bill says. “Can you be here by three?”
I glance at my phone. It’s already noon. If I’m going to go, I need to leave within the hour.
“Might be cutting it close, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I hang up the phone and storm back into the conference room.
All eyes turn to me, and the rancid scent of fear fills the air.
I take my seat with a grunt. “I need to head into the city. The government agency investigating our business wants to have a chat.”
Angela sighs. “I just got a text from our delivery driver. They are stuck at the bottom of the mountain due to poor weather conditions. We need to send a pickup truck down to get the supplies.”
“All right, you all get a list of supplies together and send it over to Jordan for next weeks delivery. I have to go.” I stand. “And don’t forget to keep an eye out for the humans.”
“We won’t, alpha.” Angela grins and claps me on the shoulder. “Just get to your meeting and hopefully get the assholes off our backs.”
“Watch my mate too. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone.” I turn and head up the stairs to change into something more suitable for a meeting with lawyers.
I fucking hate lawyers.
“Alpha,” Patrick calls out when I’m halfway up the stairs.
“Yes, Patrick?” I frown down at him.
“We’ll be okay, even if they don’t stop the investigation soon. It will all work out in the end.”
“I’m not so sure about that, Patrick. I have reason to believe they know about us. Why else would they be investigating us so hard?” I stomp up the rest of the stairs, not waiting for the man’s reaction.
How in the hell am I supposed to protect my pack this way? If the government knows about shifters and is targeting my pack, is anyone safe?
I don’t like anything about what is going on with this meeting. What if they try to arrest me on trumped-up charges? I haven’t done anything to warrant an investigation of this magnitude.
There is no other explanation than they are trying to prove that shifters are real and I am one of them. But how far will they go to get that information?
I storm into my room, and my mate’s scent hits me like a ton of bricks. She’s not here, but her scent coats every surface. I breathe deeply through my nose and sigh. I don’t want to care more about my mate than my pack.
I was ready to go to war for her—to risk the lives of my pack to get her back safe.
That is not what a strong alpha does.
I have to put the pack first no matter how much I want her. The pack is my responsibility, and I need to remember that they must always come first.
I rip a suit off a hanger, angry at myself more than anything. I’m sitting here wondering where my mate is and what she’s doing instead of hurrying out to the meeting that will keep my pack safe.
I hope.
All I can do is hope that this meeting will finally get the government out of my business.
If it doesn’t, then I have no idea what the hell I’m going to do.
