Page 39 of Savage

I spun around to face him. “What the fuck? Who rips—oh shit.”

“This was a message.” He came up to me, set his hands on his hips. “I think Donald found you. Scented you. Followed you to Becky’s. Knows she’s yours.”

My eyes widened at what he was saying.

No.

No!

I opened my mouth to bellow, but Rob shot out more of that alpha command. “Keep your damn head.”

“It’s my fault. My mateand unborn childare in jail because of me. This was why I tried to keep my distance. I knew all along I was nothing but trouble for her.”

I spun around, faced my truck and kicked a huge dent in the side panel. Then I ripped off the side view mirror, hurled it across the parking area.

He clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder, grounding me. Stopping me. “You need to call Selena to meet you at the jail. Becky needs a lawyer who knows human law and understands what the fuck really happened.”

I was seething, but his words penetrated. They made sense. Selena could deal with the sheriff and the questioning. Becky had been with me for over twenty-four hours when I dropped her off at the hospital. I had no idea when Todd had been killed, but it had to have been in that window since he’d gone into her house after he’d been released from custody. That meant Becky wasn’t a suspect, only the dead guy’s widow. Being a shifter, Selena would recognize the cause of death and know it was shifter related and put it together.

Selena’d have Becky out fast, but that didn’t make it any better knowing she was there alone right now. And that wouldn’t solve the issue with Donald.

“Get your mate out of there and somewhere you can protect her. I’ll update the council. They’ll want to know about this.” He didn’t release his grip on my shoulder. “Your wolf is still showing,” he said.

My eyes must’ve still been silver. I was growling, too. A low, menacing rumble meant to tell the world to back the fuck away from my mate.

Becky.

Fates, she must be so scared. So traumatized. Her ex, murdered in her own home.

And it was my fucking fault!

I brought this on her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“I knew I should’ve stayed away from her, but I just couldn’t help myself, could I?”

“Clint.” Rob gave me an alpha growl, and my mind settled.

“What would you do if this was Willow?”

“You’d tell me the exact same thing,” he countered. “Pull it together, man. Your mate needs you to have a clear head.”

I nodded. Yes. He was right. I sucked in a deep breath through my nostrils and blew it out. “I’m good,” I promised.

He studied me. “Are you? Because I’m not letting you go to the station if you’re gonna go silver there.”

I swallowed. “No, I’m good. I’m good. Let me go.”

Rob released his hold on me. “Keep it together.”

“Yeah. I’m good,” I chanted, opening the truck door. I wasn’t going to kill anyone at the station. Even if I wanted to. I would save it all for Donald Brown. The guy who dared threaten my mate. The guy who entered her fucking house last night.

The guy who was going to die. Very soon. I wasn’t a council enforcer now. I was a mate whose female was in danger.

I got on my phone as I drove into town. “Selena,” I said in a tight voice when she answered. “The police have my mate. Her ex was murdered in her house.”

“Where is she being held?”