“Fuck,” I muttered. My heart was beating so hard against my rib cage and I hoped I could keep from getting sick on the drive to Timothy. Nothing would keep me from rescuing my son. “Fucking hell.”
How had I missed this? I raked my trembling fingers through my hair as I tried my best to work it out. I must have been so dumb and naïve. Who the hell lived with a killer and didn’t know it?
I was struggling to see straight. The dizziness and confusion had my eyes all blurry. Or maybe that was the tears about to race down my cheeks. It felt like my heart was exploding in my chest. I wasn’t sure it would ever beat normally again.
Why would he kill that poor woman? What the hell is wrong with him? Maybe the rumors about him were true. All of them. I hated that I had ignored them because I had stars in my eyes, but I was seeing clearly now. When we first started dating, there were whispers that he had been estranged from his bear pack because of his greed. He stole money from his own pack and betrayed them terribly, causing them to turn their backs on him completely. Stealing was unheard of in the shifter community, especially within one’s pack. If that story was true, then it was understandable why he had been sent away.
I found it hard to believe at first though, because Brady never seemed to have any trouble with money. From what he told me, his job paid well, so I couldn’t work out why he would do such a thing.
Brady explained it away, saying he chose to leave the pack, and I stupidly believed him, giving myself all the excuses in the world. I was young and in love, I thought I knew better. Basically, I thought that our love would grow to be so strong that I could tame him and keep him happy.
How wrong I was. That could not have been further from the truth. Now stealing and being estranged from the pack were the least of my worries…
“Oh my God.” I clapped my hand over my mouth as something else struck me. Something I really did not want to think about. But how could I not? Not now that I knew the truth.
We always moved to small towns, lake towns, which I thought was for the fishing. But there was always an incident, she-wolves who ended up drowning in said lakes. We moved as soon as the news of a death broke. Brady always told me we needed to move because of the fish.
Fuck, now I knew all too different. I knew things I did not want to know.
Brady was killing people. Women. Innocent she-wolves.
She-wolves like me!
The man I thought I wanted to marry was a murderer. A serial killer. What the fuck was wrong with him? And what the fuck was wrong with me? How did I miss this?
I needed to get Timothy out of here before one or both of us ended up at the bottom of a lake. I didn’t know where the hell I was going to go, what we would do, or how I would explain all of this to my son, but the practical side of things didn’t matter right now. I would just take things one step at a time. The most important thing was keeping us alive.
We needed to run. Fast.