Pacific Northwest Werebears(56)

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I never should have let you go. I should have followed you home, or better yet tied you to my bed. I failed you, I know it. But please, please don’t leave me. I just found you, gingersnap. I know you can’t understand this yet, but I’ve been waiting so long for you. You have to be strong and come back to me so I can spend the rest of my life making this up to you.”

Wyatt waited for a response, when none came he sat down. Cradling her hand in his, he dropped his forehead to rest on the back of her hand. He let the tears slide down his cheeks, knowing only his brother could see them and he would never tell anyone that big cocky Wyatt Rochon was reduced to tears over a girl.

“Keep talking man, I’m going to go back out and sit with her parents and give Sophie a call,” Cage said quietly. Wyatt nodded but didn’t look at his brother. His eyes were fixed on his mate, watching and waiting for her to wake up.

Wyatt sat, he talked. He told her about his plans for the future, their future. He even talked about his bear and his family and everything shifter related he could think of. He hoped maybe subconsciously she could hear him and when he revealed the truth it wouldn’t be such a shock.

Her parents traded back and forth with him, someone always by her side.

On the second day, Wyatt was taking a break with her father when he asked the question Wyatt knew was coming.

“So you don’t seem like the type of man to have mechanical troubles on your vehicles. The cops said the brake lines were tampered with. Now, I don’t blame you son. That could be you lying in the hospital bed right now. And I’m guessing that was someone’s intention.”

Wyatt had already come to that conclusion along with his brothers. They had examined the truck, mostly because they didn’t want Wyatt to see how badly it was damaged. But they confirmed they smelled the same strange dirty human smell from when a stranger had tried to break into Cage’s house when Sophie was home alone.

Wyatt explained to Kevin the escalating sabotage that their company had been experiencing. After Sophie’s scare, they had brought in the local police to help with their investigation. Up until then the sabotage could have been coincidental. But Cage getting shot tied them together. Not that they told the police about that part, since with his shifter DNA he’d healed before morning.

“Mr. McCann, I can assure you I would never have let Jinger drive my truck if I had any idea someone would do something like this. I care for her very deeply and I hope she cares for me the same. I’d die for her, I’d kill for her.”

“No need to get so dramatic, son. I believe you. I’m glad my Jinger found such a strong capable man. And call me Kevin,” he finished with a small smile.

Nodding to him, Wyatt stood and said, “If you don’t mind, I need to run home, change clothes, and check in with my brothers to see if they’ve had any updates.”

“Go on ahead, we’ll be here. Maybe when you get back I can convince Sarah to head home for a shower and a hot meal.” Kevin offered.

Giving Jinger’s dad a handshake, Wyatt headed out to a work truck his brothers had left for him.

He called Conner and found they had no new updates. Wyatt didn’t want to go home, he was pissed. His bear was pissed, and he wanted to take it out on someone.

Before hanging up with Conner, he said, “I’m going for a run.”

Pulling up to his house, Wyatt saw Conner sitting on his front step. Walking up to him his brother stood, “I thought I’d run with you if you don’t mind?”

Nodding his head, he could use the company. He walked towards the woods behind his cabin and stripped as he went. Once he was naked, he tried to calmly let his bear come to the surface, but he was too angry and frustrated. His body contorted and he felt his bear tear out of him in a blinding shower of sparks.

Once his bear’s paws hit the ground, he let out a loud anguished roar. Wyatt couldn’t blame him. His bear was sad, and furious. He wanted the saboteur’s blood. He wanted him to suffer like his mate was suffering. Wyatt promised his bear that if they ever found him, they would rip his head off.

He let his bear take over, the beast needed to run. As he passed by trees he would lash out with his claws, drawing ragged marks through the bark. It felt good to tear something up. He let the bear run until exhaustion set in. They had reached an overlook high on the mountain. Conner’s bear was keeping pace but giving him his space.

Pushing his bear back, Wyatt let himself take back over his body and sat on the edge. Conner joined him and they both took in the view.

“What am I going to do without her,” he asked his brother quietly.