The Symbol
Williams’ POV
Everything was beginning to piss me off. How could Mr Smith go into hiding again after promising to tell me what he overheard the night I was kidnapped?
Who is he hiding from and why?
I hastened up with the papers I had to sign this morning so I could go meet Cleopatra in the hotel, not like I slept at all last night. When did I start getting used to her body close to mine at night?
This is not good. What if she finds her mate? I should really stop bothering myself with thoughts about her mate and how I will feel when she does find him.
Should I just choose her as my luna? No. I can't be that greedy.
I understand that she had to stay by the boy’s side but I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
I ordered Renee to watch over the pack while I went into town alone against her advice. She'll be all over the place with her suspicions.
When I walked in and saw her covering herself with a blanket, I felt an irresistible urge to go into her arms and place my head on top of her plum breasts.
Her blue eyes always looked very enchanting in the morning, like I could drown myself in them and still be thirsty.
Her flushed cheeks as I leaned closer made me yearn for her the more. She had this innocent yet deadly gaze that makes me want to always have her on my lap or glued to my side.
The sweet expression on her face changed when the call came in and we had to rush to the hospital. I could feel her on edge and I felt disappointed at myself that I couldn't make it all go away.
Maybe Renee was right. Maybe I've sold my soul to Cleopatra.
I saw the symbol while we were watching the footage. I could recognize it any day and any time. That was how I knew this was all fucked up.
The moment it flashed on the screen, I felt a certain type of anger rising within me. One I haven't felt in a while.
I knew humans couldn't see it so if I acted like I did, they would think we are both crazy. I'll leave the crazy to Cleopatra alone to save us some unnecessary drama.
That symbol was one that has haunted me for several years now. I've been searching, hunting for anyone or any beast with that tattoo but it has been like I've been chasing shadows all these years.
But now here it is. Staring me right in the face. I remember this symbol from the day my mate was killed. I remember seeing it on the shoulder of the monster that drew out a gun and shot her.
The same person I've been trying to track down all along. What business do they have with Alex? And why was he kidnapped? The more I think about it, the more confusing it appears.
Capturing him will mean capturing my mate’s murderer. I turned to the security guard, my voice low and commanding. “Can I have a copy of this footage?”
He looked over at the other lady and she gave a curt nod. I felt a cold resolve settle within my chest.
While he fumbled with the system, my mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle. Why would the same group or person that killed my mate be after Alex?
What's the connection?
My eyes settled on Cleopatra. That's the only explanation. Maybe, whoever it is has observed that Cleopatra is fond of the man. What if it's a trap to lure her? But why?
Finally, the guard held out a small, portable hard drive. “Here you go sir,” he said. I didn't bother with saying thanks and neither did Cleopatra.
As we stepped out and got into the car I turned to her, “I saw the tattoo,” I said, the look on her face making me regret my decision.
“Why did you pretend like you didn't?” She growled, I could literally see the smoke coming out of her ears and tried to calm her down.
“Listen, can't see it. Only our kind can. So imagine how weird it is when we both claim to see something they can't?” I explained, but she was still pissed.
“Do you know anything about it? Have you seen it before?” She asked, a hint of hope in her eyes.
“No. I haven't seen it before,” I lied. I don't want her finding out that my mate was killed by someone with the same strange tattoo.
“So I'm back to square one? No lead on finding Alex?” She asked and ran a hand over her hair, creating a beautiful mess.
I tried to reach out to her with one hand but I decided against it and continued driving.
“Drop me here,” she whispered while looking out through the window, her voice faint.
“Cleopatra, you need to come back with me so we can plan better on the next thing to do. What do you think you can do right now?” I asked, trying to get her to change her mind.
“Drop me off here, Alpha Williams,” she repeated coldly and I applied the brake, the car screeching to a stop.
“You want to get yourself killed? You don't even know who you're up against. So tell me now, where do you think you're going?” I growled, my voice rising slightly.
I don't want her going off on her own. What if she loses control and her wolves take over?
“I'm just going back to Alex’s place to search for any clue. What if the kidnapper comes by or something?” She explained more desperately to herself than me.
I sighed deeply and pinched my brows. This is still morning for Christ sake! This wasn't the type of morning I had in mind when I drove down to the hotel.
Laying in bed with her all morning was the perfect picture I had in my head all night long but this is making me more agitated.
“Do you need me to come with you?” I asked, a big part of me wishing she would but another part prayed for her to say no so I could rid myself of the pleasure her mere presence is stirring within me.
“I'll be fine,” she replied and alighted quietly. “I just need to play a little game with the kidnapper, that's all.”
The way she said it made the hair on my neck stand still, her eyes glowing an eerie green.
She's gonna kill someone.
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