Even though she’d initially been afraid of Logan, she soon found it was easy to talk to him. It didn’t hurt that he was good-looking either. Like Tristan, he was at least six four, well-built and charming, she thought to herself. His dark brown hair fell past his shoulders, but even with long hair, he somehow looked quite the all American guy.
Logan studied the fine doctor, cognizant of her easygoing personality. He could see why Tristan found her attractive, with her innocent face and baby blue eyes. And that hair; the black curls were beginning to dry in shiny spirals, cascading over her shoulders. She seemed so vulnerable but at the same time, she exhibited strong tendencies. It was just yesterday she’d been passed out in the car, bitten and bloody. And today, although still bruised, she was conversing with them both as if she’d been around supernaturals her whole life.
Tristan watched his beta cautiously from across the room, as if he could hear Logan’s thoughts. Was he flirting with her? His wolf growled; mine. Oh hell no, Tristan thought. He was not claiming this woman as his own. He hadn’t even had sex with her. One night of sleeping with her, and his wolf was ready to take her? A human? Why did the wolf want her so? It was insane, yet the human side of him felt a sharp pain deep in his stomach as he watched Kalli flash Logan a smile. What was that? As Logan reached to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, Tristan heard himself growl.
Both Logan and Kalli stilled at the menacing warning. They both knew what it meant without hearing a single word spoken. Logan stared over at Tristan, surprised at the territorial admonition.
Tristan raked his hand through his hair, realizing what he’d just done. Like a common dog protecting his bone, he’d just snarled at them. Fuck. He couldn’t believe that he was even capable of such an intense reaction. Yet there was no denying the confusing emotions swirling inside his chest. Relieved to hear the elevator ringing, he silently strode over and punched in the security code.
Julie’s eyes darted from the Alpha to his beta and back again. She wasn’t sure what she’d just walked in on, but the tension seemed thick. Regardless, she had a job to do.
“Good morning, peeps!” she chirped, walking in with a large tote bag. “Kalli! You’re up. Oh my, I didn’t expect you to be walking around today. Are you sure you’re all right? Did these he-men drag you out here for another interrogation? Um, I mean questioning,” she corrected, shooting both Tristan and Logan a questioning look.
“No, they’re fine. Um, I’m fine, thanks,” Kalli responded, purposefully moving away from Logan.
“Well, let’s get down into your room. I want to check your vitals. Brought you clothes too, which I’m quite sure you’ll appreciate. You’re already at a disadvantage around these two. And being naked won’t help you. Maybe them, but definitely not you,” she said with a wink to Tristan. Looping her arm around Kalli’s, she led her down the hallway.
“What. The. Fuck?” Logan snapped, once the girls were out of earshot. He’d heard Tristan growl a million times, but rarely was it directed at him and never over a woman. Spending his life protecting the guy kind of earned him that privilege, to talk to him the way he just had. Logan was the only person in the world that when push came to shove, Tristan would allow to call him to the carpet.
“It’s nothing,” Tristan protested.
“Denial must be a great place to be, Tris. Seriously? Over her?” he pressed.
“All right. I’m sorry I, uh…growled. Let it go. End of discussion,” Tristan replied, aware that he’d momentarily lost control.
“Yeah, okay,” Logan agreed looking down at his phone, reading a text. “Hey, the artist is here. Mira’s bringing him up.”
Logan needed that clearance report on Kalli stat. He prayed it came back clear. She was alluring, no doubt, both physically and intellectually. But his sole purpose was to defend his Alpha and pack; something said he couldn’t trust her. Not yet. He planned to stick close to her until he had something on her, and even closer to Tristan. Clearly irritated with his territorial nature over Kalli, Tristan had shut down. Logan backed off, knowing he needed space to get it together.
The Alpha was being sucked into the vortex of the mystery woman, and he suspected he knew the cause. Logan wished he could spare him from it; but like all things in life, it was the natural cycle of things. Fate was a coldhearted bitch. It didn’t make sense to him how the Goddess would bring a human to mate his Alpha. Perhaps she wasn’t the one. His visions weren’t clear, but being around Kalli, seeing her face, her mannerisms, he felt more and more certain she’d been the one in his dreams.
Chapter Ten
Tristan took a deep breath, centering himself. He had to remain in control; so many people depended on him. He couldn’t wait to get the sketches done. Not only would he share them with Marcel and Chandler, he planned to send the drawings over to Tony. They might help on his end. Tony Bianchi, Sydney’s former partner, still worked homicide in the city police department. Since the fire had been ruled as arson, Tony wasn’t working the case, but he was the only one Tristan trusted on the force.
P-CAP, the Paranormal City Alternative Police, was aware of the fire, but since no supernaturals were murdered, they wouldn’t take the case. Tristan didn’t want them involved anyway; given that Alexandra had vamps entrenched in their organization. The previous month, when a serial killer had been stalking young women, Kade had assigned himself to P-CAP in an effort to expedite the case. At the end of the day, pack business would be handled from within; he would mete out justice, not leave it up to the police.
But Tony could put out a city-wide bulletin on the suspects, or perhaps get a name on them prior to his meeting with Chandler. It was a long shot that Jax would even know the wolves who’d set the fire. And even if he did know them, Tristan wasn’t certain that he’d cooperate. Working all angles was prudent given the lack of information.
Logan tapped in the code, allowing the ever-polished-looking Mira to saunter into the room. She wore a smart pink plaid dress suit with black pumps, her hair pulled neatly into a French twist. He smiled to himself, thinking how she could go from looking like a business barracuda one minute to a purring kitten the next. And had she ever purred for him last night.
A disheveled man, carrying messenger bags, followed her, stumbling into Logan.
“Logan. Tristan. This is Mr. Mathers. He will be doing the sketch. And before you ask, yes, I checked his badge,” she stated, walking over to Tristan first, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Please, sit,” Tristan requested, gesturing to a guest chair in the living room. “Do you need anything to work?”
“Ah, no. Just the witness. I’m going to do the sketches. Afterward, I can send them to whoever you wish,” he explained. Pulling out an oversized tablet and stylus, he situated his equipment. “It may be easier for me to work at the dining room table. Do you mind?”
“No, not at all. Mir, can you get him set up? I’m gonna go get Kalli,” Tristan told her.
Kalli exited the bathroom, dressed in hip-hugging jeans and a tight yellow cotton short-sleeved t-shirt. Brushing her hair aside, she gratefully accepted a pair of beige ballet flats from Julie and slipped them onto her feet.
“Thanks again. I promise to get this stuff back to you once I get my clothes from my apartment. It feels good to finally have some clothes on again. I almost feel normal,” she declared, smiling.
“No problem. I have to say that I’m pretty amazed at how quickly you’re healing. You sure you’re not feeling any more dizziness?” Julie asked, intrigued by how quickly she had recovered from her blood loss.