Page 4 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 3
“Can you at least sit back down so we can talk?”
“No. I need a minute, all right?” Panic coursed through my veins. “Can I have that at least?” My chest tightened like I was one step away from hyperventilating.
He gazed at me with those damn beautiful eyes. “Okay, but I can’t let you go out there alone.”
My body relaxed slightly. “Then follow me, but keep your mouth shut.” I turned and walked toward the trees, desperately needing some peace to gather my thoughts.
I trudged on through the snow and trees with Fergus following close behind. My shoulder ached, but I had much more pressing issues on my mind, like accepting the possibility that I was a Protector.
But of whom?
Chapter 2
Taggert
Grumbling,I stared down at the reports on my desk. We’d finally found what we thought was the last body on Josh Price’s land.
The count was too high for me to process. I wanted to find that damn Price and rip out his throat. Children had been among the bodies.
Kids.
What sick bastard could kill that many children?
Then there was Sheenan and his team, still trying to take the shifter down. This woman he had me checking on made me wonder what I wasn’t being told.
I knew Sheenan refused to share some things about his shifter world. And as a human, frankly, I was thankful not to know everything. But as the leader of a top secret and classified paranormal special ops team, it annoyed me.
It was my job to know what was going on, including why a large gathering was happening at Price’s house. The land we’d found the bodies on was owned by Price. However, the house there looked like it was rarely used.
The main house where Price lived had at least thirty cars parked around it daily. People were moving in and out. Something was happening.
Until Sheenan came clean with me, I was going to sit in my office and try not to lose my fucking temper.
A lieutenant knocked on the doorframe. “Sir?”
I scowled. “Yes, what is it?”
The young man with a buzzed head walked in, laying a file on my already overflowing desk. “We received information back on that woman, Trinity Holiday.”
I nodded, pulling the file toward me. Throwing it open, I began scanning the information. “You found her parents?”
“It took some digging and maybe a few threats here and there, but yeah, we found them.”
“And?”
“Dead. Murdered, from the looks of it. Pretty brutal too.”
I flipped through the pages. “If you knew you were going into a dangerous situation that you might not come out of alive, what would you do with your baby?”
The lieutenant frowned. “I’d see it was taken care of, sir.”
“Precisely. I think they saved our Trinity from a terrible fate. Get Sheenan on the line. He needs to know this—now.”
“Yes, sir.” The lieutenant turned on his heel and went to patch the call through.
Chapter 3
Fergus
