she could find you. Something about having a score to settle. And needing to protect Garth.”
“Again, that makes no sense.” Before Eric could finish his statement, he heard an alarm that began shrieking in the background at Jason’s place. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. That’s my burglar alarm. Perimeter alert. I need to check this out, so I’m going to let you go.” He ended the call.
Setting down his phone, Eric shook his head. With her rants and raves about Berserkers and the possibility that a sweet, innocent baby could be one, Yolanda presented a very real danger. He understood she wanted to harm their child and destroy Eric himself, which was why he’d hightailed it out of Cali. Eventually, she would turn back to her partying friends and forget about them. Until then—and maybe forever—he’d keep a low profile. All that mattered was making sure Garth stayed safe.
The phone call had startled Eric, making him wonder if he’d be able to go back to sleep. But apparently shape-shifting and hunting earlier had exhausted him, because he drifted off as soon as he laid his head on his pillow. When he opened his eyes again, bright sunlight reflecting on the snow outside lit up his room.
Instinctively, he checked on Garth. His son still slumbered, the rise and fall of his chest steady. The sight filled Eric with so much joy his throat felt tight.
The possibilities of this new life, with this child...he could ask for nothing more.
Once his son woke up, cheerful as always, Eric changed him and fed him. Then he ate his own breakfast.
The chime of his cell phone broke into his thoughts. He grabbed it. Caller ID showed Jason’s number.
“Jason,” he said, bracing himself for more tales of craziness. “What’s Yolanda done now?”
Silence on the other end. Then an unfamiliar male voice spoke. “This is Officer Frank DeLeon with the Pack Protectors. I regret to inform you that Jason is dead.”
“Dead?” Eric swallowed hard, pain knifing through him. “I just talked to him around one this morning. His alarm went off in the middle of our call. What happened? Intruders?”
A pause. “We’re reviewing the surveillance tapes now. It was pretty violent.”
Then, while Eric was still trying to wrap his mind around that, the voice continued. “And there’s more, unfortunately. We’ve also got a severely injured woman here. Judging from what we can tell from the crime scene, she and Jason were battling.”
“A woman?” At first he didn’t understand.
“Yes. She knew the drill, since she came armed with a pistol and silver bullets. After she shot Jason, she turned the gun on herself.”
“Who?” Eric cleared his throat, feeling as if he already knew the answer, but hoping he was wrong. “Who is the woman?”
“Mr. Mikkelson, we’ve tentatively identified her as your ex-wife, Yolanda. Your ex-wife and the person who was trying to make a case against you for allegedly being a true Berserker.”
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