The Foxx Among Wolves

Chapter 8

*Seth's POV*

As mad as I was that Patrick had interrupted my moment with Beatrice, the panic in his voice I could not ignore.

"There's been an attack."

I sprung from my seat, turning to see Beatrice's face set in a scowl.

"I will find someone to escort you back to your cottage. Do not leave until I come get you." I told her sternly.

"No, I'm coming with you! I can help." she insisted. Clearly she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Fine, just stay close to me." We hurried behind Patrick out of the kitchen. He lead us to just beyond the treeline where several others stood. Mostly men, just wearing tattered shorts. Some had blood on their chests and faces. In the middle of them was a body covered by a white sheet. The color slowly turning to red as the blood seeped through.

"What happened?" I asked, holding back the bile in my throat.

"They breached the perimeter on the North side, Alpha. By the time we got to them, they were retreating. They ambushed him." One of my men turned to speak to me. It was our head of Patrol, Dustin. His eyes black with rage.

I didn't have to ask who was under the blanket at that point. It was his brother, Damien

"Go be with your parents. I will have this handled and the funeral expenses paid for." I clapped a hand on his shoulder. He looked at me defeated; he nodded and walked back towards the pack house. I directed Patrick and a few others to take Damien to the hospital for an autopsy.

I had almost forgotten that Beatrice had followed us until she reached for my hand. I looked down at the little human beside me, her face contorted with rage.

"It was them. This is their signature. They break the perimeter long enough to get in and pick one off. They'll repeat the process again." She insisted. Her eyes poured into mine.

"Let's go back to my office and talk about this." I tugged her hand to follow me. She didn't let go until we reached the entrance to the packhouse. She let go as I opened the door for her, leaving my heart and hand feeling empty.

As soon as I closed my office door behind me, she started rambling.

"Why would they come here? How could they possible have known I was here? But its them, it has to be then." At this point she was pacing with her hands on her head, forcing her to take deeper breaths. She was on the verge of panicking.

I crossed the distance between us in three strides and wrapped her in my arms. Her body went stiff for a moment at the unexpected contact, but she slowly started to breath normally and relax in my grip. She finally snaked her arms around my waist and held me closer to her. All I could smell and think about was her.

"Thank you." She said finally in a small voice. As she stepped out of my embrace she looked up at me.

"I will protect you. Don't worry yourself. It very well could have been a random attack." I tried to calm her nerves.

"No. It was them. It matches their strategy perfectly." There is no convincing her otherwise.

"I have Jason and Ellie on the case now. They will be sending other trackers in their place so they can stay here and help us monitor the situation. If it was them, they will have no trouble finding them." I reassured her once more. She finally seemed to relax.

"My files. We have to go get my files. I left them at my cottage!" She suddenly jumped and ran to the door, throwing it open as she sped down the hall.

I followed after her, calling to her to wait for me. She raced down the path and ripped open the door to her cottage. Her scream tore into my heart as I saw the scene from behind her. They had been here.

Every dish was broken, the dining table turned on its side. There were food boxes ripped apart and scattered on the floor.

"My files! Where are they?" Beatrice began to sift through the destruction.

Her eyes filled with panic again, her shallow breathing the only noise in the room.

"They're gone! My papers are gone!"