The Hunt

Chapter Eighteen

Lexi's point of view

I was so tired. It was like I had huge cement blocks weighing me down. It was so sudden. I hadn't been tired before finding out that I was having a baby, but now that I did know, I was too tired to do anything.

I should have stayed home. At least there I wouldn't feel like a burden.

A heavy knock at the door made me come out of my nap.

I groaned and pushed myself into a sitting position. I stretched and yawned before getting up and getting my robe.

Whoever it was had heard me moving around, because there were no more knocks.

Lazily, I tied the band around my waist and went to the door, forcing my feet to move.

I swung the door open, and was shocked to see whose shadow darkened my doorway.

Jamison stood in front of my door, alone, without any witnesses.

The sleepiness left my body and I was instantly on high alert. I slammed the door, grabbed my gun and readied it for fire. I wasn't going to take the risk of getting knocked around by him. My body couldn't handle the extra stress.

If I had to choose between Jamison and my unborn child, it was going to be the kid every time. No one was going to mess this up for me… no one.

A lighter knock made me look back at the door. "I need to talk to you. The other guys are all gone; otherwise I wouldn't bother you with this."

His fingers tapped on the door after a few seconds of silence.

"I know Mason doesn't want me around you. You're safe in your room."

I ripped the door open and aimed the gun at his face. The tip of the barrel was no more than five inches from his nose.

"Say what you have to say. If you make one wrong move, I'll pull the trigger," I warned.

He nodded and slowly held up his hands. If he made any quick move, he knew that I would pull the trigger.

"The other guys are on patrol already and my alpha doesn't have a mate that I can relay this information to."

"Well, spit it out," I said impatiently.

I didn't want him this close to me when Mason wasn't around. Jamison wanted revenge on Mason and I was a perfect target for that.

"I think I know where the guy is hiding."

"And why didn't you tell anyone sooner?" It didn't make sense that he would hold out on that kind of information.

"I just got back."

That was a pretty lame excuse. He knew the routes that the wolves took for patrols. How did he just happen to come across the place where Emerson was staying?

But I couldn't just let the chance slip away. There was no telling how long Emerson would stay at this place. If he found Jamison's scent, he wouldn't go back.

I would have to bring my gun to make sure nothing happened to me. If I found Emerson, there would be no time to mess around. I would have to shoot to kill, not that the bastard deserved to live.

I didn't have the chance to think it through all the way. In the blink of an eye, Jamison was ripped away from my doorway and slammed against the wall across from the door.

I recognized Mason's backside and his angry growls immediately. Jamison and I were both surprised to see that Mason wasn't gone. He had left this morning; I watched him leave the room.