Caught A Paranormal Romance - Rebecca Royce Page 0,1
online that I did, liking things or whatever. I only cared about social media in as much as it helped with my business. The same job that was probably gone now, since I hadn’t set foot inside the building or seen any of the employees or boats in I didn’t know how long.
Oh well. Starting over would just have to be the name of the game.
“How is she?”
I regarded Mac for a long second before I answered him. “She’s not awake, but she’s not sleeping.” The acrid smell of pain assaulted my nose, as though speaking about her made me even more conscious of the situation. “She’s not doing well.”
Rainer audibly sighed. “As you are the king of underplaying things, I’m going to take that for just as bad as it must be. I’m on my way home. I borrowed this phone from my driver.”
“You’re with a driver, and you’re talking about humans as though you aren’t one?”
He laughed. I was glad one of us still could. “He’s a wolf. I knew him back when I worked as a chef. He was a waiter in the restaurant. Anyway, he’s coming with me. Wants to join the pack. Heard we’re shifting. It’s apparently all anyone is talking about.”
“Interesting.” I actually didn’t care if he brought back hundreds of former waiters turned drivers. I supposed numbers were better than not. Even if I wanted all of them out of my house yesterday. I sighed. No, what got me was that Rainer had just suggested that we had a pack. When had that become something he’d accepted? Last I’d heard, he railed against it.
He said something to the man driving and then back to me. “Tell her I’m coming.”
I shook my head, not that he could see that. “I’m not sure it’ll matter. She can’t hear us right now. Wherever her mind has gone…it’s not here with us.”
“Fuck.”
To say the least. “Yep. See you soon.”
I disconnected the phone. Jarret’s eyes were closed, and he was asleep now, holding her like she was his pillow and he needed her to get through the night. Part of me was willing to climb in next to them and cuddle, too. But that wasn’t how I functioned. Not really. Not when there were things to be done.
Leaving her in Jarret’s loving arms, I exited the room quietly. The dull roar of noise greeted me even stronger, which showed me just how good the doors to my room were at canceling noise. This was an old house. Sometimes, older was just made better.
I took the stairs two at a time, ignoring everyone, even Miranda, who was an Alpha wolf who had saved our asses. I just couldn’t talk. Not to anyone right then.
My mate was slipping through my hands, and I was powerless to help.
I’d even googled Ross Morgan to see if I could come up with anything. He had to be super rich. Surely, there couldn’t be that many Ross Morgans running around who had that kind of power and influence to fund the things he was doing. Nothing.
The building we’d raided in Atlanta, where we’d found everyone, was registered to an LLC that was connected to an offshore account I couldn’t yet infiltrate. This was like super spy shit, and I couldn’t compete. I was a werewolf. A swamp rat. A small business owner. No fucking way was I supposed to be playing at this level.
I knew how to kill. How to protect. I didn’t know how to fix this. How to save her. I was lost.
I’d never been a crier, and I wouldn’t indulge now. Mac deserved better than that from me. Focus.
I pulled off my shirt, even as I was out the front door, shifting into my wolf body. I needed moments to collect myself. Then I’d return and be back to her.
If Mac were conscious, she’d tell me to do this. To settle. To be the wolf. Or some shit. She was a healer. An Omega. This was what she did. She’d put her hands on me and heal me from the inside out. I’d watched her push a bullet out of Jarret with nothing more than her mind and her hands on his body. She’d turned us all around from the control Ross Morgan had on us. The woman was nothing less than a miracle. My miracle.
And I was a total failure in helping her.
Fully shifted, I rushed into the forest around the swamp. The heat hit me differently than it did