night, so no one was hurt, but the house had been reduced to ashes. Again, a letter was delivered to the Alpha Pack. This one said, “We do not accept responsibility for the humans who have chosen to align themselves with the abominations of earth. All will perish. All will burn.”
It was signed SHP .
“Mom, you look beat,” Scout said. “Why don’t you go ahead and go to bed? We’ll clean up in here and keep an eye on Joshua.”
Some mothers would have protested. They would have demanded to be a part of the conversation and know what was going on. Rebecca Donovan wasn’t one of those women, at least not when it came to anything dealing with Shifters. If she could, Rebecca would happily go through her life pretending her children were completely normal and Shifters were simply a thing from fairytales. Unfortunately, her daughter went out and made herself the queen of the Shifters, so turning a blind eye wasn’t really an option anymore, but that didn’t stop Rebecca from trying. She would paste on a smile and shake hands with the Pack Leaders from around the world who came to witness the union between the Alpha Male and Alpha Female, and she would dig bullets out of Joshua’s shoulder and sew up the wounds, but she refused to do any more than necessary. The more she could distance herself from the supernatural world, the better in her opinion.
So, instead of sticking around and demanding to know what potential threats remained, she said her goodnights and went up to bed.
“No, it’s okay, Mom. We’ll handle this by ourselves just like we have everything else over the past five years. No big. We’re fine, but thanks for your concern.” Jase’s sarcastic words hinted at an old hurt, one Joshua knew wouldn’t be easily healed. Still, he had to give it a try.
“She found out Shifters existed the night your father was shot in his coyote form,” Joshua reminded his friend. “And then, seventeen years later, her adopted daughter Changed and everyone and their brother tried to kill her because of it. You can’t really blame the woman for not running toward Shifter culture with open arms.”
Jase grabbed Joshua’s bloodied shirt from the table and tossed it into the unlit fireplace. “She’s my mother. I can blame her for whatever emotional damage I choose. It’s the American way.”
Joshua wanted to push the subject, but didn’t. They had more urgent matters to deal with at the moment. He would say something to Jase’s mate and let her talk to him. Talley was better at that sort of thing anyway.
“I can’t guard Angel,” he said instead. “I heal faster than a human, but it will still be a few days before this arm is fully functional. We can’t risk it.”
“What we can’t do is let out the word she’s a target,” Liam said, cutting his apple into strips with the fancy ceremonial knife a Pack Leader from Africa had gifted him with the day before. “If the letter is legit, then our good friends at the SHP have a mole, and I don’t want to run the risk of letting them know by obviously beefing up Angel’s security.”
Scout’s jaw clenched. “And I don’t want my little sister to die.”
Just two days ago another letter arrived at the Den. It didn’t look like any of the other SHP letters, which is what made them think it was an SHP letter. So far, none of them had arrived in the same kind of envelope, had the same style of handwriting, or had even been mailed from the same country. This one was printed in tiny, neat letters on a letter sent from Scotland.
They will kill me if they know I’m telling you this, but I cannot let them take another young girl. I do not know who she is, only that she is yours and they will stop at nothing to have her. They say she is special to you. If she is truly special, then you will guard her and keep her safe. Don’t let them take her. There are fates worse than death.
It hadn’t been signed. Scout had put it in the hands of several trusted