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“I do. Let's check on Robert and Trixie first. They're the most likely to need help," Jenna explained.

Harry took her hand, and they were gone in a flash, instantly arriving at the precise address. That kind of travel always made Jenna nervous. She wasn't sure how magic knew addresses, but it must have because it took them straight there, and it was obvious there was an issue.

They snuck up on the house and peeked in the windows. They saw Trixie being passed around between several guys. They were trying to take her clothes off. Robert lay on the ground, completely unresponsive.

When they entered, Harry immediately turned all of the bad guys into frogs. These were real frogs and not the toads that Harry used to do. Harry went to Trixie, while Jenna went to Robert. He was in really bad shape. Jenna put her hands on him and tried to wish him well. He seemed a little bit better, getting some of his color back. Jenna couldn't think of anything else to do for him, so Harry grabbed him and whisked him away. He would get the help he needed at their main office.

Trixie was now Jenna's problem. The girl was hysterical. Jenna got her a glass of water and made her drink it. Thankfully, she began to calm down.

"How many of them were there?” Jenna asked.

“Five, I saw five. They attacked us as soon as we entered. They hurt Robert bad. Then they started messing with me. They were passing me back and forth and trying to rip off my clothing. Those are some mean guys, and I hope they go to jail forever.”

“Help me so we can look to see if there are any homeowners here.”

“Oh, my God. Do you think they hurt someone else?” Trixie asked.

“Let's check out the closets in the other rooms, and we'll see. If anyone else is hurt, they will need help.”

Jenna walked to the back of the house and started checking the rooms. She checked every closet and every place someone could be hidden. So far, she found no one. It looked like they had picked an empty house and set up a trap for her people. She felt better that no one else had been harmed, but she was tired of these people doing these things.

She went back to join Trixie, who had also found nothing. About that time, Harry made it back.

“No one else is here, so the owner was not there when they set this up. I believe it was a vacant house," Jenna explained. “How will we get Trixie out of here?”

“You drive her back, and I will check on another team. Just give me an address and go.” Harry suggested.

Jenna gave Harry an address, and then she and Trixie loaded the little they had brought into the house and headed back to the office as fast as they could. Once they returned, she had Trixie shower and change clothes. Then they sat and talked as they waited for Harry to return.

“We didn't get to stop for lunch. Is there anything here to eat?” Trixie asked.

There was a microwave, and Jenna had some emergency meals she had put back. She pulled one of those meals out and put them in the microwave for 10 minutes. Jenna went to the cash register and pulled out some of the money she had taken from the pure blooder.

“Here you go.” Jenna set the meal down in front of her.

“Should I pay for this?”

“No, I was attacked earlier and managed to restrain him. I'm using some of his money to pay for your meal and Harry's. It's the least he can do.”

Trixie began to laugh uncontrollably. It was obvious she was in shock. “I've never had something like this happen to me before. These people are violent, and I don't know if I can deal with that. You weren't even safe in the office.”

“I'm so sorry that happened to you and glad that we came before it was worse. Harry will be back soon, and we'll find out how Robert is," Jenna explained.

Chapter 2

Ambushed

Grant usually took the jobs the furthest away. He had bought breakfast off of Jenna because it was easy, and she was the most reasonable with the prices. She was a good cook, and he liked her food. It was hard to admit, but there was nothing wrong with her. The only thing might be that she was human and not paranormal. Sometimes he thought she knew that he was a wolf. It was possible because many humans did know.

The drive was long, and he was thinking about the past even though he'd be better off forgetting it. His grandma had wanted to make sure he knew about the alpha that had sired him and the fact that he had killed Grant's mother. He'd been a toddler when his mother had sent him to his grandma. The reason she'd done it was because she didn't trust the pack alpha that she was seeing. She'd been afraid that he might kill the boy because he didn't consider him good enough. His mother was only half-wolf. That meant few wolves would want to mate her, and her boyfriend at the time was no exception.

George had not even noticed that he'd been sent to his grandmother right away. Once he did, he wanted him sent back. Grant's mother was named Marie. She had suspected that George would kill him because he didn't want to be the sire of a pup that was not a full blood. He had realized that he would never be able to get his hands on the pup. It made him gocrazy much sooner. That was what had happened. He choked his mother to death.

His grandmother had proof that Grant was George's son. She had a letter from Marie stating that George had threatened to kill her and the pup. What she didn't have was proof that George had done it. The crime she could prove was that he had threatened his girlfriend and his son. Therefore, there was no way he could support the child. According to wolf law, he should have tried to support his child.

If there was an investigation, his grandmother had always said that they would know for sure that Marie had been killed by George. There was no doubt in her mind that her daughter had been ended by the Pack alpha, George. When Grant was a small child, the council had been so crooked that there had been no point in bringing it to their attention. Now that things had gotten better, so much time had passed, she was sure they wouldn't be willing to do anything.

A warden had come to talk to her and told her his name was Cage. He'd taken pictures of the letters Marie had sent her mother, but he told her that with so much time passing, it might be impossible to find the body. Grandma said that at least someone believed her story, and maybe they would try to find out what had happened.

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