Page 42 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
She nods, clear frustration written all over her pretty face.
“I wanted to leave with you, Rae.” I swallow. “I had something to handle first.”
A mischievous smile moves across her face as she steps away from me. “Don’t worry, Locke. I made it back perfectly safe.” She snatches up a t-shirt then glides to the bathroom door. “Declan took real good care of me.”
With that she slams the door and all I see is red.
“Pack a bag,” I growl at the closed door. “I’ll be back in thirty. You’re staying with me.”
Chapter thirty
Locke
As soon as I step inside of my house, I clench my fists. I shouldn’t even be here, I should be with her, but I called in Callum to set up outside of Raven’s apartment so I could silence my wolf. Declan steps out from the kitchen with a sandwich in his hand and before he can open his mouth, I’ve charged him. I slam him against the wall, causing the massive Picasso painting to crash to the ground and the wooden sofa table to split in half. He reacts quick, shooting out from underneath me with his speed.
“What the hell, Locke?”
I move quick, catching him on the chin.
“Did you touch her?” I growl.
My wolf is trying to force his way to the surface and I’m seconds away from shifting. I can already feel my bones starting to dislocate.
“Locke it’s me.”
His hand reaches out to grip my throat as he slams me back against the wall, leaving my feet dangling beneath me. I’ve never admitted it out loud, but Declan is stronger than me when it comes to fighting in my human form. He could snap my neck in a heartbeat, which I would heal from quickly, but it would hurt like a bitch.
“Answer me,” I grit out.
“No, I didn’t touch her,” he scoffs.
“What the hell is going on?” Nyko and Hendrix barrel out from the basement.
“I’m your best friend.” Declan meets my eyes. “You know I would never.”
My body slacks, and he drops me on my feet. I gasp, bending down to catch my breath.
“Everything alright?” Hendrix asks.
“It’s fine.” Declan holds up a hand. “Just a misunderstanding.”
She’s making me crazy. This need for her. Thiswant. This ache in my chest at her pain. For her to think I could ever choose someone else over her.
“Locke this is getting out of hand.” Declan sighs. “You act like she’s your….” He gives me a knowing look without finishing his sentence.
“Oh shit,” Nyko mutters. “She’s your mate.”
I walk to the bar and pour a glass of whiskey.
“But the curse. There’s no way.” Declan stares at me. “I mean I know you like her but….”
“I’m telling you right now, Locke. She’s your mate.” Nyko shakes his head.
If she’s really my mate. What does that mean? And what the hell am I going to do about it?
I’m just about to clean up the mess I made when my wolf bristles, a deep growl filtering from his mouth. He paces back and forth.
She’s in trouble.
