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“It was the mark, Damon!” I urged again, but he kept me still as I sat next to him on the porch of the restaurant.
“I know it was.”
“We can find him!” I said then, gazing up. “We can find my father’s killer! We can finally find him!”
“Winter, I need you to calm down.”
“I’m not scared!” I said then. “I’m excited! I’m buzzing!”
His lashes lowered. “That’s what concerns me.”
“Excuse me, ma’am,” an officer said then, stepping over to us. “May I take your statement now?”
Damon looked up. “No. She’s not well for that right now.”
The officer just stepped forward. “I need that statement. I’ve given you thirty minutes, sir.”
“She’s not giving you her statement,” Damon stated.
“Look, sir—”
“NO, YOU LOOK,” Damon growled, making me gaze up curiously to find his eyes glowing a bright green, “ask again and I will go to your house and rip your children to shreds.”
I glanced back up at the officer to find her eyes cloudy, as if in a trance, and she nodded, walking off and forgetting about us.
I had to remember that whenever his eyes turned green… it probably meant he was controlling someone’s mind or something.
“Okay,” Damon said then, “they won’t bother you now. Their minds are framed so they cannot see us. I’m going to get you a drink, okay? I’ll be right back.”
He then stood and walked up the porch steps.
I glanced back at him.
I then looked back forward. Can’t see us, huh?
I smiled then.
After throwing off some makeshift rag they called a blanket, I stood and ran off to the crime scene, finding nothing of the sort here because the body was all packed up and shipped off to the coroner, so I decided to run to the police station.
I continued running down the streets, the cold wind biting into my skin but I urged myself forward.
It was getting dark, jeez.
But I didn’t care. I was excited!
I finally had a new lead! A new murder! I could find him easier now!
Despite all the other factors and screaming how I needed more evidence flooded my mind, how I couldn’t hear any murderous thoughts… and how the body could’ve been from states away, the euphoric excitement only grew.
Right as I turned a corner down the street, Damon suddenly appeared in front of me.
I yelped and scrambled to a stop, gazing up at him seconds later.
His eyes were glowing green, telling me he wasn’t happy. “You know,” he said then, lips thinning, “leaving without your alpha’s permission is bound to include punishment.”
I just stood up straighter. “You’re not my alpha.”
He just smiled sharply, still angry. “You’ll accept it soon. I know it.”
As the excitement deepened, a new form of anger swelled inside me. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping me?”
“I am,” he said then, lashes lowering.
“Oh, really now?”
“Yes,” he responded coolly. “I’m letting the police do all the investigating first before I barge in and impede on their evidence.”
I just glared, teeth gritted when the anger burned deeper. “That’s going to take months.”
“It’s going to take longer if we do it ourselves,” he said then.
I stared at him for a moment, the anger and the excitement faltering.
Shit. He was right.
One untrained teenager investigating compared to over fifty trained officers and detectives investigating.
I then puffed my cheek in annoyance.
I made an impatient noise and turned, walking off.
Damon appeared in front of me again, making me stop and glare at him.
“Go back to the pack house,” he said then, lashes lowering. “Alpha’s orders.”
“Why?” I tested.
“I cannot allow you to go much further,” he said then. “That would put your life in danger.” His eyes glowed a slight green. “There’s a gang down the street. But you know, that don’t you? Miss, I can read minds. So go to the packhouse.” He glared. “Now.”
I just narrowed my eyes at him and growled, storming off in the other direction—toward his packhouse.
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