Two cruisers. Lights flashing, officers calm but alert. One of them was an Alpha who asked me three times if I was “feeling stable enough to talk.”
“I’m not the one who needs babysitting,” I told him, gesturing to the house. “Someone cut the power, left a picture, and sat outside in a running car. Maybe check them first?”
Jaxon stood next to me, arms crossed tight over his chest, like he was barely holding himself together.
I could tell he wanted to punch something.
I kind of wanted to let him.
They never caught whoever was in the car. It peeled away before the officers got close. No plates. Tinted windows. Totally anonymous.
But the damage was done.
Our break-in wasn’t just some weird isolated incident anymore. It was escalating. Whoever it was wanted us rattled. Scared. Looking ov
