Don't Tell A Soul

Simple Enough

I ran up the stairs and kicked Austin’s door open so hard it knocked off the hinges.

“AUSTIN!” I yelled again. He would know what to do. I knew logically and plausibly knew this wasn’t his fault but the anger my wolf was sending me for running away from our mate is the anger I was now channeling to find Austin and blame him for this whole situation. As I scanned the room I realized he wasn’t in there. I walked over to his closest and waked in and shut the door behind me and pushed through until I found the door leading into the OPS room.

I punched in the code and stood back and allowed the full body scanner to recognize me and then did the retina scan. The door buzzed and slid back allowing me in. To my dismay he wasn’t in there either. I let out an exasperated breath and sat down in the nearest chair and put my head in my hands. I’m not saying I don’t want a mate. Just given my family’s track record, I can’t have a mate. My dad’s mate is gone. Austin still hasn’t found his mate and he’s 32 and not getting any younger. I plan on going right back into the family business once I’m out of this town which can’t come fast enough and I can’t afford a mate. I live too fast and I know I will lose him. My job is dangerous, I don’t need a protective, possessive, brute of a mate interfering and or putting our lives at risk. I glanced up from where I was sitting and noticed a few stray documents laying a ways down from me. I rolled over and started to browse through them. The first few were a couple of new jobs I’m guessing Dad and Austin declined and the last wasn’t a document but a folder with ‘COMPROMISED’ stamped on the front.

We have never left a job unfished and that is what this stamp was telling me. I quickly opened it and stared scanning through it.

“No.” I couldn’t believe this was the Soto Job. I finished this job. I killed him. That I was sure of compromised my ass. As I continued to read it seemed liked my anger continued to spike. All of his men that night in the abandoned warehouse were killed. The one who set me on fire was indeed his son, but there was another son, a younger we didn’t know about. For that simple fact he poses a threat. There have been a few threats from him towards the U.S but that’s it. If the Union does not see him as a threat then no action is taken. I clicked on one of the computers and started doing a little research. The more I read in this file the more irritated I got. A guy before my dad killed him told him he knew about our kind, and what we were and that the U.S wasn’t the only one with furry friends. But none of these things would lead to a file being compromised. There wasn’t something that wasn’t written down, that wasn’t in here. There was something they weren’t telling me. This only pissed me off more because we have absolutely no secrets in this house. Secrets get you killed.

Out the corner of my eye I saw something move and looked at the outdoor camera screen. Austin had just gotten home. I looked at the clock and noticed that it was 1 in the afternoon. I had been in here a while. I closed everything I was doing and remembered to look at it later. A few minutes later I was walking down the stairs as Austin was bringing in groceries.

“Hey Buddha give me a hand with these bags.” He said over his shoulder. I followed him out to his car grabbed the last of the bags.

“Wait shouldn’t you be at school right now?” He asked with a raised eye brow.

“Something happened.” I said and walked back into the house and putting the groceries away. I grabbed two beers and tossed him one as he entered the kitchen.

“You look...agitated.” He said taking in m appearance.

“Just a tad.” I said taking a long swig of my beer.

“What happen at school, you didn’t get into a fight did you?”

“Nope.” I replied flatly.