“Yes.” Zeke picked Mary up in his arms helping her into the bed. “Zeke?”
He turned to Jane at her speaking his name.
“Her wolf responded to yours.”
“I know.” He tensed, looking at his men, waiting for them to speak up. None of them did as the sympathy for Mary overshadowed everything else.
“Is she the woman you’ve been searching for?” Jane asked.
Zeke didn’t answer her, walking out of his bedroom. One of the men handed him a pair of jeans. He was still too warm to wear anything more than a pair of jeans.
“Where’s Jessica?” he asked.
“Locked in her room,” Max said.
Going down to the bottom floor, he didn’t try the lock. Pressing his foot to the door, he slammed the wood open. Jessica jerked to her feet dropping the book she’d been reading to the floor.
Her blue eyes were wide and rounded as she looked at him. She was a full breed, Roger and Dani’s supposed oldest daughter. She didn’t even smell like the bastards of that pack.
“What were your parents involved in?” he asked, advancing into the room.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stood up, holding her hands out trying to ward him off.
Zeke was tired of being placated. Going to her side, he grabbed her arm and hauled her out of the room. “Then let’s go and see what Mommy and Daddy had planned.” He didn’t release her. Grabbing a silver chain from the door, he wrapped it around her upper arm.
She screamed, crying out for help.
He didn’t give a shit. After what he’d just seen the little bitch was lucky not to be getting worse from him.
Max didn’t say a word as they headed out into the morning. The sun was shining down, and the warmth of the summer was already high. Zeke kept walking, ignoring the sizzle as the silver bit into his skin. He wouldn’t give Jessica the satisfaction of seeing him hurt. The bitch was still part of an enemy pack.
“Please, I haven’t done anything,” she said, crying out.
“No? Well, we’re going to find out what the rest of the pack knew.” They covered the distance to where he’d killed her pack. The bodies were still lying on the floor only this time they were black from burning. His men had returned to make sure they were all dead. Jessica sobbed as they passed.
Her tears meant nothing to him. Walking around the bodies, he headed straight for the large house. Zeke had visited the house several times. He’d never been interested in fighting between packs.
“What are you hoping to find?” Max asked.
“The answer as to why my woman’s wolf just tried to claw its way out of her.”
Jessica gasped. “Is Mary all right? Nothing has happened to her, has it?”
Grabbing both of her arms, Zeke let all of his scorn for the girl show.
“She’s fucking grand. Something your fucking parents did to her has caused this, and I’m not going to stop until I find it.”
“I don’t know what they did. I was never involved with anything like that.”
He glared at the fourteen year old knowing he needed to rein in his anger. Zeke had heard of packs experimenting on their own, but he’d never encountered it. What the fuck did they want with his sister if they were experimenting on half breeds?
Fuck!