Chapter Nine

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The Boy Next Door-

Nine:

“What did they do to him?” Her whisper broke through the sound of the steady beating of her once racing heart as it lulled him into sleep. The broken, forlorn sound of her voice struck a cord within his chest. The wolf inside him that had calmed once Samara had fallen asleep fidgeted, an uneasy whine bouncing around the recesses of his mind.

His hand paused in its descent down the thick mass of her hair. “From what Jimmy told me they tried to force The Change on him.” He left out the part that Jimmy had showed him the video she had gotten in the mail mere weeks after her father’s funeral. He had a hard enough time even thinking about her possibly re-watching the events of that night, telling her that he’d seen it wasn’t something he was ready to do at the moment.

It was unheard of, though, for a full human to even survive the blood exchange required to start the transition, let alone actually be able to shift forms. Most humans couldn’t survive the amount of blood loss that occurred.  But her father had been determined to survive, to protect his only child.

“Tried?” Samara turned until she faced him as they lay on the couch. Tears no longer filled her eyes, the dark circles beneath had abated, but it didn’t take a genius to realize that she needed more sleep. He could practically feel the exhaustion she fought. “I saw it-”

“If it had worked he would have been able to control his baser instincts.” He rubbed his thumb across her cheek. “Listen to me; if you hadn’t pulled that trigger he would have killed you. You did him a favor, Samara. He never would have survived.” Noah would have been forced to kill him to protect the pack.

“Why?” Samara sat up, clutching the blanket he had thrown over her to her chest as she stared miserably back at him. “Why didn’t they just kill him? Why try to… turn him if it was so unlikely to work?”

Colton sighed. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.” It was, after all, what he and his brothers did. They all had their day jobs, but tracking out of control rogues before they went on killing sprees is what they were good at.

“How? The police have no idea who they are or if they’re still even in the country.” He wanted to tell her how unlikely it was that they had left the country knowing she could very well identify them. Rogues were insane, yes, but they knew how to cover their tracks. 

They wouldn’t have terrorized her by sending that video if they had any intention of letting her live the rest of her life in peace. But he kept his mouth shut, wanting the proof rather than just the warning itch at the back of his neck before he turned her world upside down once more.

“Would you be able to identify them if you saw them again?” He didn’t mention the video, praying with every fiber of his being that Jimmy hadn’t been lying when he said Samara had no clue it even existed.

She nodded, eyes glazing over as some memory haunted her. “Yes,” Her voice was hoarse, riddled with pain. “But what good will that do if no one knows where they are?”

“You leave that to me, I just need you to be able to identify them whenever we find them.” Even though his very soul railed against the thought of them being anywhere near her again.

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