Maureen POV
"Ok, report. Jax, now start", I impatiently instruct. Shelia is severely agitated and is allover the place in my head.
Jax begins, "At approximately 1300hrs a black Chevrolet Silverado 3500HD plowed through the main gate of the estate. It was traveling at an estimated speed of 85mph or more. The truck smashed through the main gate and continued straight ahead until it slammed in a group of old, large trees. It severely damaged the truck and the trees. Once the scene was secure we inspected the truck. The accelerator and the steering wheel had been rigged so that explains the speed and direction of travel or lack thereof actually. It drove straight, not veering at all. The truck also reeked of rogues. Either rogues planned this, which is pretty unlikely yet we are not ruling anything out right now, or someone is covering their tracks so no scent can be traced back to them. We searched the DMV for the truck information and found it had been reported stolen late last night from a construction company whose employee had taken it home. We are currently researching the construction company just to be thorough. We repaired, replaced what we could for the gate, surrounding fence, and guard house. We also transported the truck to a secure location for further inspection. We salvaged what we could of the Red Alder and Western Juniper trees and had landscapers come in so that it looked like an intentional change. A few wolves on patrol were injured when they discovered the speeding truck and attempted to ram it in order to crash it before it reached the main gate. Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful and ended up getting hurt instead. Yet, thanks to their mind link warning we were able to clear the area as much as possible so further injuries were avoided. Those wolves were treated and released. Alpha, there was a note inside the truck with a message."
"A note?!", I growl.
"Yes Alpha", he replies. "The original note is still being analysed for clues: however, here is what was written on it." He hands me a sheet and my blood boils. I am having a clench the arms of my antique oak chair so hard I think I may snap them in half. Shelia is scratching in my brain with fury, wanting to kill whoever wrote these words to us. How dare these vermin threaten me. My pack. My mate! I stare at the words glaring at me from the paper.
***Your time is coming to a close. Your pack is not safe. Neither is that pathetic human you have for a mate. You can't protect them all!!***
Want to bet asshole!!! I can and I will!!! I am going to rip apart every single creature who is behind this!!!
DAMN STRAIGHT!!! BRING IT!!!- Shelia roars
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The Red Wolf's Mate
WerewolfWyatt Smith is an average 17yr old. He goes to school and work. He keeps his head down and doesn't get into trouble. Why? His home life is hell! He also has a secret which haunts his dreams. Maureen Silva is the respected Alpha of the Blazing Ridge...
