Fated Hearts(In Deep Editing)

Chapter Fifteen

Kane's POV

I turn the wrench on chief Miller's brand new radiator I've installed. The smell of oil and hard work has always calmed me. I suppose it's because my grandfather had always been such a calming force for me. Bad day at school? "Come here, cub, and split this wood. Then change the oil in my car. Let your anger out through your work."

I could almost hear him now, sitting at the desk smoking a pipe. Oh how I wish he were here when I need guidance the most. My mates hurt feels like a stab to the gut. She's across the street; it would be so simple to just walk in and throw her over my shoulder. Id carry her up those steps and show her how much she's loved. But then the blood on her shoulder is fresh in the back of my mind. I was too rough. With that I pulled the wrench too tight, stripping the bolt.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. A new bolt in a hand enter my field of vision. Grabbing the bolt from said hand, I continue my work, trying my best to ignore his existence. Instead of leaving me alone like I obviously wanted, Sebastian leans on the sides of the cruiser. "I adore your little mate. She's something special. Her soul is rare." My hearts swells with pride as I fight a smile. "I know. Where is Marcus? I haven't seen him since before Annie got shot." Shrugging his shoulders, he shoves his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. "Blaine said he had to leave to check on a young jag that got hurt on the border. He probably forgot to mention." I nod wondering if the young jaguar was alright. Marcus was guardian of the cat pride two counties over, disguised as a Native American reservation.  In reality the res is infamous in the super community for sheltering werecats.

Shaking my head, I wipe my hands on the oil rag I pull from my back pocket. Sebastian takes a stone from his pocket, holding it up to the light. It looks like it has moss growing inside the stone. "Here." He hands me the stone,"I need to leave. Im going to be looking for someone. Someone special."

Suddenly the stone in my hand feels ten pounds heavier. I catch my old friend by the elbow. "Wait, I thought you were helping with Aubrey?" He smiles in that mysterious way he always does. "Stop letting your fears hurt your mate. She is stronger than you know. Aubrey really is quite fascinating, Kane." With that he breaks my hold, disappearing through the door. A frustrated growl escapes, and I sling the wrench I was holding across the garage. Great. Im already on thin ice with my mate how the hell am I supposed to protect her with my allies leaving. Some mate I am.

Grim strolls over silently across the concrete floor his nails clicking across. He retrieves the wrench from where I slung it, deposits the tool in the correct drawer and finally closes it with a paw. We meet eyes and for a moment I swear I thought he was going to speak. Instead he huffs, going to stand by the door, looking across the street. I follow his line of sight, staring at my beautiful mate. Her expression is blank, her posture stiff as if she's on autopilot. What have I done to her? My temper flares. "Watch over her, Grim." I walk away, snagged my coat off the rack as I went.

I'm not even aware of where I'm walking or how long I've been gone until I reach the cemetery. The graves of my parents, grandparents are here. I kneel drawing the stone Sebastian gave me. What now? Where do I go from here? I pace the snow crunching under my weight. Then I feel it. Her grief and rejection. She was so happy this morning and I'm the one who had to be a jackass. This whole day, we could have layed in bed laughing, making love and reveling in our bond, but I felt so guilty for the torn skin on her shoulder, the blood in her hair I couldn't see her face of content. Instead I'm assuming she's in her flat with Grim. I feel her so clearly, its almost as if I am grieving myself.

Determined to grovel on my knees for her forgiveness, I turn on my heel headed straight for town. Im not ten yards from the cemetery when o hear it. The snap of a twig. I stand still, my hearing peeled for any other movements. Then it happens, three rogues fly towards me before I can shift. I catch one by the nap of it's neck, slinging him into a brown, battered wolf. The third wolf, attacks my legs, causinge to fall. I extend my kanines, bending down and ripping a chunk of meat from the back of its neck, the spinal cord showing through. It yelps, running in a daze back into the woods. The brown wolf leaps into me sending my onto my back. I barely keep it's jaws from clamping onto my throat. I roar in it's face, kicking my feet under its belly, pitching him forward from on top of me. Two shots rang out followed by to dead wolves slumped lifeless in the snow. A panting Jason gives me a hand up, smiling. "You are one tough son of a bitch. I never seen a wolf's neck get bit in half without him shifting! Talk about bad ass!"

"Why aren't you with Aubrey?" He stops, a look of confusion across his face. "I don't know. Last thing I remember is thinking that I needed to find you." Suddenly the sound of a gunshot fills the air and my heart sinks. We both bolt across snow, dodging limbs and my fear only escalates as I reach the bottom of Aubrey's stairs.

I try to feel Aubrey. But there's nothing to feel. Please not her. Please dont be gone. Numbly I take the stairs slowly. The door is gently pushed aside to reveal an empty flat. There's a trail of blood however to the kitchen, where I find Grim. "Oh god, Grim. C'mon boy let's get you home." The creature whines in my arms when I lift him. Jason is still standing at the door looking at the bed, his fists clenched tight. "Chris is a dead man walking." I nod as I walk past him.

"Yes he is."