Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Ares

It was only when I was pulling a fuzzy blanket off of Finn's bed did I question why we needed blankets from our rooms. We had extra blankets in the den.

I grumbled and pulled the blanket off of the bed anyways, adding it to the pile already formed on my arm.

Was Finn just trying to mark her with our scent?

I was not an idiot. I smelled the heavy vinegar coming off of Grayson.

Anger curled in my gut when I realized what my pack was alluding to. They had known Grayson was being taken advantage of for days.

And by the way Finn was clutching the small girl in his arms, they knew who it was.

I needed to be patient until they gave me a name, and then I could go rip this guy apart.

That was the only reason I came to when I thought of why they kept this from me. My pack didn't want me to have more blood on my hands. Or they didn't want me doing something rash. Whatever it was, this man died tonight.

I walked down the stairs, holding blankets from all of our rooms. My fangs ached against my gums, wanting to be released. No one deserved to touch Grayson, especially not against her will.

The spare room Finn had taken her to was on the main floor, away from all of the activity that usually transpired in our home. This part of the house we usually had no business being in.

My bare feet padded against the hardwood floor as I walked into the room.

Grayson was in the bed, laying on top of the covers. Finn had his fingers entwined in her hair, smoothing the waves out.

"Hey, um, is... is she okay?" I ask quietly. I'm not sure if my voice is lowered because she is sleeping or if I'm afraid of the answer.

Finn looks up at me and then to the blankets in my hands. A small smile breaks out across his face. "She will be." He takes the blankets from me and carefully lays them out across Grayson, tucking her in all the way to her chin.

He stands up and steps back from the bed, looking at Grayson one last time before grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward the door.

I let Finn lead me out of the room, and don't fight as he leads me to the kitchen. The anger is simmering in my gut, but I push it down as much as I can. Finn had found some sweatpants, but he forewent a shirt. As we enter the kitchen, I see that Jagger and Ry have found similar atire.

Leaning against the counter, I cross my arms and can practically feel the wrinkles on my forehead settle into place with my lowered brow. "Someone start talking."

Ryker set down his glass and ran the hand down his face. "You smelled her."

A growl rips straight out of me. "What the fuck happened to her?"

If I had known, if they had told me, maybe we could have done something. We could have stopped this. The anger turns and turns in me, twisting into something agonizing.

Grayson was hurt. She had been violated and raped and I was going to fucking murder the dude.

Jagger shifts his weight on his feet. My eyes snap to his face and for the first time, I really take in what's there. His eyes were rimmed with red, his face downcast and full of guilt. When he looked up to meet my eyes, he let out a small breath and raised his head. "Grayson has been living on the North side of the woods. 15-minute run from here." That surprised the hell out of me, but something clicked in my head before I could get caught on that fact.

"Is that what you do during patrol?" I ask.

Jagger's eyes widen a bit in surprise at the connection, but nods. "Yeah. I've been watching her. I ran into her near here the summer before Sophomore year." A smile cracked across his face. "Literally."