He Will Be Mine

Chapter 83: Ma Jenkins (Part II)

*** Kane's POV ***

I despise airplanes, and yet somehow, I seem to be using them all the time lately. I think what I hate more than the planes themselves is how efficient they are at transporting people from one place to another quickly, which is why I find myself inside one once again, riding miles above the ground, made helpless to do anything about it should anything happen to my pack or my family in the meantime.

It feels like a cage. My worst enemies couldn't design a better punishment for me than this. I'm restless and on edge, ready to snap at anyone or anything that dares to bother me in my misery.

And unfortunately, that's the mindset that carries me to the door of the apartment where Aly and her mates have been staying. She called in a panic the night before, hurriedly telling me about the crisis they've found themselves in.

"Is it rogues?" I couldn't help asking as soon as I heard the upset in her voice.

"No, worse," she claimed, and my heart sank right to my toes. I knew I shouldn't have allowed them to return to their college.

"Tyler just found out that his mom is the daughter of Edmon Williams," she drops a bomb right on my chest, making it hard to breathe for a moment.

She's right. It couldn't get worse than that. Edmon Williams was one of the most well-known hunters in the country. The werewolf community had thought that the threat he posed to us all had died with him. He had no known heirs, and no one to take up the reins once he was gone. Hunter activity in the area died down considerably right along with him.

"How did the Elders not figure that out during their investigation of your mates? They seemed to get pretty thorough with it," I remind her.

And if what she's saying is true, then the fate of her appeal lies in the balance. Should the Elders find out about this, there's no way they will approve the boys now.

I knew then that despite my reluctance to leave my pack without their Alpha on-site for any reason right now, I had to go to her so we could sort this out. I can't go to the Elders with this until we know the whole story. It's possible they won't even need to know.

So, here I am. Agitated, ready to tear someone's head off, and terrified out of my mind that I've somehow been letting my baby girl hang out with the offspring of my enemies. My baby girl and her two rare mates, sitting right here in the company of the greatest threat to their survival, and none of us had any idea this whole time.

I knock on the door as gently as I can manage in this state. Aly must have been on the edge of her seat waiting for my arrival because she's right there to answer it only a second later.

"Come in," she welcomes me. I notice she's nervously chewing on her thumbnail, which is concerning considering that she's never been a nail-biter. The amount of stress she's had to endure lately is unfathomable, and she's not even Alpha yet.

I glance around the room, noting Devon and Caleb hovering just off to the side. Tyler is on the couch with who I assume is his mom, and Matt leans against the doorway to the hall. No one seems relaxed, so I suppose I fit right in.

"Carrie, I presume?" I ask the petite woman seated next to Tyler.

It strikes me that this is the package that such a threat comes to us in. She looks to weigh only about a hundred pounds soaking wet, and I'd be surprised if her delicate arms could even support the weight of a good crossbow, her family's weapon of choice.

"I am," she confirms, now standing to meet me. "And I assume you're here to interrogate me. I wasn't certain until now whether Aly is also a werewolf, but from the look of you, there's no way you're anything but an Alpha. Even as a human, I can feel that you're someone to pay attention to."