Light bulb.

Trey tried to get up, but my heeled foot came down on his chest. Zoey tried to pry me off, but it was fruitless as other women saw me standing over Trey's body. "What are you doing, Seraphina? Are you crazy?" I grunted at her words, continuing to look at the sent and received messages.

"Hold Zoey down," I barked at one of the warriors. Tua nodded at me, giving me the thumbs up.

Going back three months, several messages stood out.

Trey:I think I have someone you are looking for.

Unknown Sender: Send pictures to verify.

A picture of me, zoomed-in, smiling at a customer was displayed on the screen.

Unknown Sender: Watch her. Send updates. The reward will be doubled for more information.

What I was doing, who my friends were, the town I lived in. The messages lasted for months. Granted, not many, but the names of the townspeople were there, even if they were customers or passersby.

This had to be my father, only he would ask obscure questions like this. He knew where I was; he was coming to find me and take me away. I squeezed the phone, only to hear it ping with a new message.

Unknown Sender: Follow her until the retrieval. Bears and wolves were sent to the packhouse.

"Bastard," I whispered. My foot let off his chest. Zoey still being held back by a warrior, cursing at me like I was the one to be blamed. Letting Trey stand up, he brushed the dirt from his shirt.

"Traitor," I growled out. Wolves in the cellar stood quiet; enormous banging above us signaled a struggle. They were trying to get in the basement by force. Sniffing, scratching, growling sounds leaked through the cracks.

"What?" Trey chuckled. "What are you talking about?" The smug look on his face was about to be cracked. I rammed my wrist up his nose using my open palm, breaking it instantly. Blood poured from his nose, his hands immediately shielding his face. My foot rose, kicking him into the stomach landing up against the cemented wall. The women watched on in horror as I spewed curses.

"You bastard, you led them here! You put them all in danger! Innocent lives!" I screamed into his ears, pulling him up by his collar. Trey's hands went up to punch me, but his senses have deteriorated. If I couldn’t beat up a Wolf or a Bear, a human would be just fine. Maybe I could skin him like an animal too.

Slapping him with my open hand, he bends over while my knee collides with his nose again. Another foul crunch. Blood was on my clothes, and the sweet satisfaction of watching him suffer wasn't enough. Pushing him to the wall with my forearm, the large cellar doors open, Wolves and naked men ran in, along with my mates; I felt them thrumming through me.

My forearm pushed Trey by his neck, keeping him pinned to the wall. "Traitor," I laced my words with utter disgust. "To your own town, your aunt, your family, your friends," shaking my head, his unsteady breathing caused him to choke on his blood. Dax grabs me, pulling me away. My head immediately found Dimitri's chest while I cried in his arms.

"What the hell happened?" Dax roared; Zoey was being cuddled by her cousin, wiping away her tears. I heaved a heavy sob, wiping the tears away from my eyes. I was crying because I was frustrated and now my father had the whole town in his sight.

"Trey told my father where I was. For the reward money. He’s also telling the Bears and the Wolves where we are!" glaring at Trey, he wouldn't look me in the eye. His breath was heavy, blood still dripping. His nose was unrecognizable; he would need surgery to fix that. Good.

"What?" Dimitri pulled me back. "That silver gas… it is coming from your father then?" My eyebrows knitted to confusion.

"Yeah, two humans that we counted for. Two men dressed in black, the gas…." Balling my fist, I punched Trey once more in the gut. I needed to hit something, do something. My father caused destruction everywhere he went. Now he knows about Werewolves, about me and all those I have met.

I’ve lured him here and now my friends, and my mates are all in danger.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Seraphina

Myfatherhasbeentoying with me. Not only toying with me, but the lives of others. The thought brings such anger, so much turmoil I feel like crying. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.

How dare he? How dare my father come all the way to America to find me, to make those around me suffer. Could he just not let me go? Then again, he is a man you do not want to mess with. He was just a man though, why would he be here throwing silver gas around like a rave party? Did he know about shifters all along? How would he know?

He was a Don, but at some point, you would think his powers were limited even for a killer with unlimited resources. Oh crap, maybe the Volturi were real, and my dad knows of their existence. Perhaps they went to church together at the Catholic church down the road.

I need a box of cheap wine.

Trey is being held up by two warriors; Alpha Big Claw is staring down at him like he is the pebble between the pads of his paws. Trey was in deep emoji poo, and the realization was beginning to appear on his face. Sweat pooled between his shaggy brows; the plaid shirt he wore was now covered in blood. Bruises were also infiltrated underneath his eyes. It was my work, and I was pretty proud of it. All I had done was 'practice' fight. The past few weeks, I've gotten great at using those theories and practices. If only my hands realized how sore they would be afterward, I might have been a bit more lenient.

Nah. I wouldn't have. I'd still kick his ass.