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“Boys? It’s Ms. Vanessa. You’re safe here.”
But it was too late. I heard the back door slam shut, but as I raced over to it, they were already gone.
“Damn it,” I cursed, pulling out my phone and calling Kyle to let him know.
I ran back out front to jump in my car and spent another three hours driving around, but there were no signs of them anywhere.
Isaac
Chapter 2
I was just settling into bed when there was a knock at the door.
Grumbling, I got up and walked to the door.
“Who the hell is bothering me at this hour?” I snapped.
As I flung open the door, I froze.
Kyle Westin.
“Sorry for the late hour disturbance, Isaac, but we have three young boys missing and are scouring the territory to find them.”
“What the hell does that have to do with me?” I barked. When he glared at me in warning, I cringed. “Sorry, Alpha,” I muttered.
“We’re just checking everywhere. It will only take a moment.”
“Well, look around. I’m certainly not harboring any little rodent refugees.”
He chuckled. “Never dreamed you would. But we do want to check the sheds and woods behind your house. This is pretty far out for these kids, so not likely, but we just want to be certain.”
“Sure. Do you need me to look?”
“No. We’ve got this covered. I just didn’t want any problems with you hearing people snooping around.”
I understood what he meant. If the Alpha himself hadn’t shown up and I heard people on my property, I probably would have shot first and asked questions later.
There was a reason I chose to live on the fringe of the Pack. If I didn’t happen to like the perks of Pack life, well the financial perks at least, I would have taken off and lived my life as a lone wolf long ago.
Kyle knew that.
We had a bit of an arrangement. I happened to be very good with covering my ass. Few in the Pack even knew I existed. I liked it that way. Some called me paranoid. Maybe they were right, but as long as they kept to themselves, I had no issues.
The one thing I excelled at was numbers. Technically, I worked for Westin Foundation. But not in a go to the office kind of capacity. Only a handful of people had any idea what I did.
My job was to ensure financial security for the Pack. It was a function everyone attributed to the Foundation and that wasn’t a lie. I was certainly not the type of guy who needed to be recognized for my work and it was safer overall that I remain anonymous.
On a daily basis, I monitored various government organizations like the Internal Revenue Service for any red flags that may arise towards Westin Pack. That included all it’s Pack members. Next to Kyle himself, I was probably the only person in the world who truly knew every single member of the Pack. And honestly, I’d met very few of them in person. But I knew their financial status and every possible thing that could give the Pack a problem.
It didn’t require me to leave the house. I mostly had my grocery orders delivered and otherwise spent a peaceful existence away from society. I worked a lot, but I also enjoyed shooting, raising animals, gardening, and baking, though I’d never confess that to anyone.
I liked things tidy and I didn’t need or want anyone telling me what I had to do.
It had been years since something got past me. The Pack was financially secure and in very good standing with every human department that could cause us problems. I also happened to be very good at hiding money from them, which was why I started monitoring for any red flags to begin with.
Westin Pack was far better off than anyone knew. I had money squirreled all over the world in various offshore accounts. There was even a sizable nest egg sitting in Switzerland. And because I was entirely paranoid, there was enough cash buried around my property to fund immediate needs for all of us for a year should a crisis arise that required it.
In my own way I took care of the Pack and it bought me my peace and quiet, allowing me to live the life of a lone wolf but with the full protection of the Pack. To me, it was a perfect life.
