JEAN'S POV

I looked at my vibrating phone and frowned when I saw Paris's name appear. We didn't much like each other, but God knew a call like this had me straightening and giving my full attention,


"you're calling me this late in the evening and I know it isn't because you are in love with me, so what is this about?

"I got your damned name," he said gruffly and all my senses piqued,

"Could this be what I think it is?" I said and smiled grimly,


"is there any other name that you might be interested in?" he asked and I shook my head, remembered that he couldn't see me, and spoke up,

"No, there isn't any other name that I would be interested in right now," I said and waited,


"peter. The son of a gun's name is Peter."

"Peter." I repeated and knew the name would be etched into my mind for some time to come, "All right then."

"I got Jackson to get some further information about the bloke, so I'll email them to you after this call. "

"That's incredibly thorough of you, Paris."

"Well, you can have Jackson to thank. And I suppose Kate, seeing as she decided to come clean about his name."

"Hmm," I said after some time. I had a whole lot of things to say about Paris and Kate, but I decided now was not the time for any of it. I had a delinquent to catch, and from that moment on, he was going to be my sole priority.

Because no one, absolutely no one was allowed to hurt my mate.

"Alright then, please send my regards," I said finally,

"right. Well then, nice having this chat with you. Best we all go back to our lives."

"Of course. " I said in turn and ended the call, dropped the phone on the table, and smiled like a man who had just won at life.

I read the email about the information Jackson got the next day and decided that would be the day I finally took a day off from the endless work that always seemed to pile up on my desk. Vincent could deal with what he could deal with.

I, on the other hand, had a truant to catch. But when I thought about it, this bloke was more than a truant. He was basically a murderer because dropping such a heavy metal on a person was no small act of evil.

"sire! Sire, where are you going?!" Vincent called out as I made my way to my parked car. Usually, I geared him up and we went out together, so I suppose seeing me head out on my own was definitely a first for him,

I waited till he joined me before I responded to him, "Paris got the name of the person that tried to hurt Ember. Kate's cousin. Jackson, his beta, got a bunch of information about the guy, so I'm going to pay him a visit. He needs to be clarified about a couple of things."

"I recognize that deadly look in your eyes just now. You are going to make him sorry."

"Sorry Is an understatement. I'm going to make him wish he was dead."

Vincent and I were friends at most, and he knew how to earn a good laugh from me, but even he knew better than to talk me down in situations like this,

"just don’t kill the guy," he said and I nodded,

"will do."

"you're sure you don't need me to drive you there?"

I shook my head slowly, "But, there is a pile of work I'm going to have to need to put on hold while I deal with this, so if you could look into them"

He made a face, before finally shrugging, "I'd much rather kick ass with you, but sure. I'll see what can be done."

"Thanks, mate. Best be on my way. The early bird catches the worm."

"more like the early wolf catches the prey," he said and I smiled.

It was a very quiet space somewhere on the lowlands, and I tried to think like my enemy. Perhaps he chose the quiet so that he could think and ponder freely about all of the evil he wanted to achieve, I guessed as I got out of the car and surveyed the area.

"Alright, little mouse." I said as I walked to the building marked, '63A' "Time to pay."

I rang the doorbell and waited for a reply. And after five long minutes had passed, I simply considered breaking down the door,

"can I help you?" said a young man with raggedy beards, and eyes that looked half mad when he finally opened the door, and rather than respond, I switched to my wolf paws, and grabbed him by the throat,

"yes." I said coldly, as he stared at me with shock and fear, "Yes, I believe you can." I said and tossed him across the room like a piece of ragged doll.

He landed with a thud, and groaned again and again, while I walked toward him, and crouched so that was looking into the eyes of one another,

"Who the hell are you?" he croaked out, his eyes wide with fear,

"wouldn't you have been happier if you had never had to know?" I said and ran my paw down his cheek, causing him to whimper, "and it just might have remained this way, if you had not gone out of your way to hurt my mate." and I saw clarity dawn in his eyes,

"Ember is your mate?" he asked, in surprise and I smiled cooly,

"bingo," I said and grabbed him by his collar so that he stood on what I was sure were shaky legs.

He had a dining table close, so I dragged him there, dropped him on one of the chairs, and slapped him so soundly he coughed up blood,

"Please." he begged, " I didn't know."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "I believe that you didn't. only an idiot would know he was about to test my very thin patience and still go right ahead. But that's not the only problem here. The [problem here is that you are a murderer. This time around it's Ember and Paris, who would it be next time? I don’t think it's right to wait around just to find out. So I think I should kill you now, and do the rest of the world a favor." I said calmly, but I felt all the pent-up rage since I found out what he almost did to Ember. It was bubbling up and ready to spill over. Hot and greedy.

"Please." he choked out again as I raised my paw for another strike, and I felt my phone vibrate again. I had placed my phone on DND, so if a call was coming through it could only mean two things. It was either important, or it was Ember.

"hold on just a second," I said angrily and reached into my pocket with my human hand, and I was right. It really was Ember.

"saved by the call of the woman you tried to kill," I said, some of that anger washing away, and answered Ember's call.

“Hello?” I said into the receiver and she sounded so upbeat,

“Jean! How are you?” She asked and the sound of her voice almost made me forget that i was trying to commit murder. But now I was ok the phone with the one woman who made me feel like a normal man with feelings and i’s sure my hostage would be confused by my sudden change of countenance,

“Are you a bit busy? I worried you would be busy but there is something I need to speak to you about.” She said excitedly and rather than say anything, I eyed Peter with his now swollen and bloodied face.

“Jean?” She questioned when I had stayed quiet for too long and I shook my head.

I was definitely feeling conflicted. Perhaps I should not have picked up the call after all. But the deed had been done,

“Not to busy, what did you want to talk about?” I asked ,

“Are you sure? I could actually call back later. It’s okay.” She said and I ran a hand over my head.

My problem was not that she was calling me, my problem was the fact that the more I spoke to her, the less I felt like dealing with the son of gun that was bleeding in front of me. The more I had to fight to keep the urge to end his life.