Page 65 of Fated to the Lone Shifter
Certain I will see a giant wolf or Bode in human form.
Instead, I see Sera.
She’s snooping around the motel, her movements sharp and deliberate, like a predator stalking prey. My pulse ticks faster. Why is she there? Who is she watching? A flicker of dread coils low in my gut.
Ducking behind some bushes.
She appears to be watching someone.
Then I see a brown eye with a pierced eyebrow in the corner of the camera. Right before a hand smashes it.
I fall into the chair. So much to process.
One thing is certain I need to get this evidence to the Captain.
But how do I do thatandprotect Sera?
What was she doing there? What did she see?
So many questions I need to answer before I get the Captain involved.
The only thing that’s clear…I know the owner of the brown eye and tuft of hair.
I don’t bother knocking.
She’s sitting on the edge of her bed, hair damp from a quick shower, one knee pulled up to her chest. Her head lifts thesecond the door creaks open. She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t ask why I’m here. She just smiles.
I cross the room in two strides, set the camera on the nightstand, and fall to my knees in front of her. My hands grip her thighs, firm and urgent, borderline demanding. She leans into my touch like she’s been waiting for it all day.
But not this touch. I don’t know whether to kill her or kiss her.
Everything in me wants to mark her. But first, I have questions.
“We need to talk,” I say.
“Of course.”
She waits patiently for me to continue, expectant.
I don’t say a word.
I simply pick up the video cam and show her.
Together we stare at the now black screen.
“It was Marcus,” she simply states like that clears everything up.
“I know. What was he doing there?”
“Well, smashing the camera obviously.”
I stand and withdraw the camera.
“Sera, are we gonna keep playing this game? I want to protect you, but I can’t unless you tell me what you know.”
She sits in silence as if she’s dissecting the evidence.
“Why were you following Marcus?”
