Her Soul Bonded Mate

Chapter 16

Liam

Fuck, I knew that was where she was going. I thought as I followed her out my room. My goal after she told me what happened, was to pay her teacher a visit, then she just had to say her family was attacked by a werewolf. “Assuming that you are right about what happened to your parents, what do you plan to do about it?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t thinking what I knew she was thinking.

She shrugged, then brushed a hair behind her ear, “Kill it,” she said with so much force and anger that I couldn’t help but feel terrified. Not angry because I understood, but terrified that if she found out what I was, she would leave me and try to kill me.

“Kill it?” I asked, trying not to let on how nervous I was as we made our way towards her next class.

“Yes. It showed no mercy to my parents, so why should I show it any?” She asked, sounding as if she were ready to dive head first into this without thinking it through. Then again, if I was in her situation, I would be the same way.

“How? You don’t know what it looks like. You don’t know where it lives, you don’t know if it was a lone wolf or a pack, and if this thing really is a werewolf, you could get yourself killed, I refuse to let you get hurt or die,” I whispered, and shook my head profusely. Yes, maybe a part of me was trying to save myself, but I was truly worried about her.

“I know. But I can’t just sit around and wait to be attacked again, or let the killer get away with it. I have to do something or I will go crazy. These past two weeks have been a great distraction, but Liam, I need answers,” she said, now facing me and again on the verge of crying. We were standing in front of the performance arts building and there were many students passing by us, including people I knew.

“ OK, I’ll help, but you have to wait until after this weekend,” I said, mostly because I didn’t want her to get hurt and I knew how impulsive she was when she was searching for the truth.

She shook her head yes, then gave me a weak smile. I kissed her cheek, then watched as she disappeared into the building. The moment she was out of sight, I pulled out my cell phone then made my way towards her criminology class.

“Is she woke?” Taylor’s voice rang in my ear on the other end of my phone.

“Yes, she’s in class,” I said, and with that she hung up. I just shook my head, figured I’d deal with her later. What was important now was making sure that Neffi didn’t have to deal with what happened in class again.

“Excuse me,” I said, very nicely to the red head at the front desk. The inside of the criminology department looked a lot like those white-collar offices that you see on TV with the secretary at the front desk, cubicles in the middle and offices on the side.

“How may I help you?” The lady asked with a smile showing off her crooked teeth. She had on so much makeup that it made her look fake, not to mention the desperate look in her eyes for any kind of attention. I actually felt kind of bad for her.

“I was looking for Professor Young’s office,” I said, as laid back as possible, because I knew if I played the humble card, I could get what I wanted.

“Oh, the last office on your left. He has just finished talking with a student, so he is available,” she said, with that same smile.

“Thank you,” I said, then made my way towards the office. The anger that I felt when Neffi told me about the video, kind of went away after she suggested killing werewolves; however, the moment I entered that office, my rage returned with every step I took. The office was a nice size with a desk in the middle, a computer monitor on top of it, and photos on every wall. There was also a bookshelf full of books that I would expect a criminology professor to read. The room itself smelt of lavender. The professor, who was a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair, was sitting at his desk reading a paper when I walked in.

“Is there anything I can help you with sir?” Professor Young asked, as he looked from his paper to me. I then closed the door and sat down in the chair in front of him. I kept my eyes narrow as I gave him a once over. “Is there a problem?” He asked, tensing up and I could tell he was intimidated. It was the first time in my life that I had ever intimidated an adult, then a familiar smell crept into my nose, putting my inner wolf on high alert. The man in front of me was a werewolf, and though he wasn’t a part of the pack that attacked me, at least from what I gathered, his presence there still gave me a bad feeling. Then there was the video that he showed to Neffi. Was he the one who attacked her family? Was he the one who we needed to take care of? I wasn’t sure—the only thing I knew was that the wolf inside of me was ready to come out and attack the man in front of me.

“Who are you?” A growled, not on purpose, but it was hard to control my wolf when it was angry.

“Um… I’m…Um…” He said, as he shuffled papers and avoided my eyes. He was sweating profusely and looked extremely uncomfortable.

“Answer the question,” I ordered, in a much stronger tone than I planned.

“My name is Quincy, Quincy Young, I’m just a teacher here. Please don’t hurt me. I am only here on orders,” he said, pleading his case.

“Who’s?”

“I can’t tell you, please don’t make me. Is there anything else you want?” He asked, begging, as if his life depended on it. It was weird to see a grown man grovel at my feet as if I were a killer when the only thing I’d ever killed was birds and deer whenever I went hunting with my father.

“Tell me what you know about that attack that happened in Dawson City?” I asked, for Neffi’s sake, hoping I could get rid of her problem without involving her.

“I don’t know anything about it, just that it was a were, just not sure who or why. My alpha knows more than I do,” he explained.

“I’d like to meet him,” I said, sternly.

He shook his head then again wiped the sweat off his brow, “I can do that. Saturday, Saturday would be perfect. I can give you the address and you can come there around noon?” He asked.

“That works,” I said, watching as he wrote down the address to what might be a dangerous meeting, but I didn’t care. If I could take care of the problem without having to bring Neffi in, I would. The last thing I wanted was for her to get hurt.

“That’s the place. Meet me there tomorrow and I will take you to him,” he said, as he handed me a card.

I took it then stood up, “One more thing, if you ever show that video again, I will rip your throat out,” I threatened.

He swallowed hard, then said, “Understood,” and with that I walked out the room unsure of how to feel, but ready for whatever the weekend had to offer.