Something slammed into the bedroom door, a thunderous crash that echoed through the room. I hurried into the bathroom and shut myself in.
That won’t keep anyone out for long.
I shivered with each passing second. Loud noises, like shattering glass, filtered through from the living room. At least they weren’t banging on it now. I called Kip, but it went straight to voicemail. He’d said five minutes, but it seemed so much longer than that.
Then I heard him calling my name.
“I’m in the bathroom,” I yelled.
A moment later he was rattling the knob. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice tight.
“Sure, peachy keen,” I snapped back. I unlocked the door and fell into his arms. “They threw someone through our window.” The sight of that body still pierced my brain.
“They took him to the hospital,” Kip told me. “The EMT said he should be okay. Apparently there was a lot of blood, but no real damage.” He crushed me to him. “Are you okay?”
“Scared shitless, but not ready to head for the hills just yet.”
He kissed the top of my head. “John and his people are on the way over.”
“There’s something I don’t understand. Whoever did this? I couldn’t smell them. Do you have any idea howimpossiblethat is? It was like they were a dead zone for any sense beyond my eyes.”
Kip led me into the living room and I stopped when I saw the carnage. Smashed photos of me and Kip, a trashed television, and the dining room table on its side, chairs broken around it.
Absolute devastation.
I tucked my head into Kip’s shoulder, and only then did the tears come.
When did I become so weepy?
It irritated me, because I’d never been like that in the past. Now? I couldn’t seem to hold the tears in.
Someone coughed behind us, and I straightened instantly, wiping my cheeks with my hand. “Yes?” I turned.
One of John’s guards, Mark, stood in the doorway. “We were doing a second pass outside, looking for evidence, and… we found something.” He held out a blood-stained sweatshirt.
My nostrils flared. My senses ignited.
That’s impossible.
Kip grabbed my arm. “Mase? What’s wrong?”
“I can smell someone. Their scent is all over it.”
“Who?”
My throat tightened. “Alpha Donnelly.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kip
I clenchedmy fists so tightly, the nails threatened to slice through the skin.
“Are you sure?” I ground out.
Mase nodded. “It’s definitely Alpha Donnelly’s scent.” He held the garment to his nose again and took a whiff. “And it has my blood on it too.”
He sounded so certain, even if his words were laced with a tinge of fear.
