when she’d had a couple of her brushes with the law, nothing major. He had also seen to it that she didn’t serve any jail time for petty theft or whatever.
Shade would not take handouts, and he knew from around the neighborhood that she more often than not gave up whatever money or food she could gather to the kids around the area who needed it. Knowing the neighborhood she frequented, it was probably a daily occurrence.
Shade looked a little thinner than the last time David had seen her. There was a large bruise on her jaw as well. It must still hurt because every once in a while she reached up and gently massaged it. Shade had the look of a kid you wanted to bundle up in a big soft blanket and tuck away somewhere safe. But he knew from past experience she was not the “tuck away somewhere” type. He had also found out the hard way that she was armed—yeah, no tucking for this one, not now and especially not then.
David had found her wandering the streets in what looked like a dazed stupor one night. He could smell the scent of fresh blood on her. He had said her name a couple of times, but she had either not heard him or was ignoring him. He gently touched her arm to get her attention and she had pulled a long knife out and pinned him to the cruiser before he knew what to think. He didn’t move, didn’t even speak waiting for her to realize he was not going to harm her. It was several tense seconds before he saw her see him, recognize him. She jumped back, terror written all over her face, and took off running. He should have followed her, but if he was honest with himself, he was just too relieved to move. She had come very close to decapitating him, very close.
“ I’ve seen them around a few times while I was out and about. They’re good kids. Their mother is a druggy though.” Her answer brought him back from that night. He shuddered again at the memory.
“ Brent said that you have been bringing him and Becca food by the apartment about every day. That he’d been out looking for you to see if you could take Becca for a while, to keep her safe.” He looked at her, waiting for but not expecting an answer, and he was not disappointed. “Shade? How long have you been providing for these two kids?”
“ I told you, I’ve seen them about. What’s the big deal? He found me and asked me to help him, so I did. End of story. Am I in some sort of trouble for helping them?”
David almost laughed at her, but caught himself before he did. She was snarling at him. Snarling like a she wolf. If he had not already been mated.
He knew why she was lying. She didn’t want a paper trail to lead to her or her involvement in this, he figured. She was the most untrusting person he had ever met. He had talked to his grandfather, Charlie, about her once a few weeks back and he said to just be patience. Good things came to those who waited. He loved the old man, but sometimes, like then, he drove him batty.
“ No, you’re not in trouble. Calm down, damn it. Brent said that he doesn’t know why you brought him here, that he needs to get home before his momma returns and finds him and Becca gone.” He did not tell her that Brent had asked—no, he had begged him to take Becca, to hide her away and never let anyone hurt her again.
Shade looked up at David sharply. Her voice was heated and full of steel when she answered. David felt the bite of it as a slap on his skin.
“ He didn’t tell you what happened, that someone had raped him, that someone had sodomized him, again? That his ‘momma’ sold him for her fix, that he was protecting Becca by letting that man take him instead?”
“ Did you see this rape, Shade? Where you there when it happened? Was he the one that hit you?”
David knew that the boy had been sexually abused. He had smelled the semen and blood all over the kid. He could also smell another wolf. Whoever had done this to Brent was a were, and now that David had his scent, he would take care