#Chapter 42 – To the Rescue

Victor’s phone rings on his desk. He glances on it, frowning. Edgar? He was off duty tonight – what he could he possibly want, so late?

“Hello?” Victor’s answer of the phone is short, impatient.

“Victor!” Edgar yells into the phone – Victor can hear the howl of traffic behind him, horns honking and the screech of tires. “Quick – Evelyn!”

Victor’s body goes immediately rigid. “What’s wrong,” he demands.

“Evelyn – you need to – NOW, Victor! Her house! Something’s wrong!”

“I’m going,” Victor says, hanging up and shoving his phone in his pocket as he bolts out of his office.

“Victor?” He hears Amelia call after him as he bursts through the back door. “Where are you –“ Her voice fades into the background.

Victor launches into a sprint as he crosses the back yard. His mind is blank, his whole body focused on action – get there, get in, help her.

Soon the cottage is in sight – the back porch – the door. Victor hurtles up the steps and crashes through the back door, breaking the lock.

He loses his breath at the sight before him – Evelyn, unconscious on the ground, her hands tied behind her, blood oozing from a cut on her cheek – gagged –

He hears a screeching cry and his head snaps to the left to see his boys – his boys – likewise tied up, sobbing on the couch, gags around their mouth. But where –

Suddenly, Victor feels someone leap onto his back. They are fast, agile, reaching around him to scratch at his face – his neck –

Something snaps in Victor and he lets out a roar. In a single move he reaches behind him, grasps the assailant, and flips her over his shoulder, slamming her to the ground. She lets out a pathetic cry, her leg twisted under her – clearly broken.

on top of the woman, a hand

hurls the words at her, fury in his throat. She gargles a reply.

starts to turn purple as she leers up at him, baring

place to answer his demands for information, Victor slams his fist across her head, aiming for her temple. The woman lets out a cry of pain and

– just a moment – to be sure that she’s still, and then dashes to the boys, who continue to scream through their gags. “It’s fine,” he says, reaching them, pulling their gags free, sweeping his eyes over them to ensure that they are

their gags are free. Victor quickly unties the knot from Ian’s hands, his eyes on Evelyn. “Ian,” he commands, moving over to their unconscious

boys, responding to his cool command, lessen their screams to sobs and Ian – with shaking hands, complies, working quietly on the knot around his brother’s wrist

– she’s alive. Softly, he removes the gag from her mouth and assures himself that she’s breathing. As he moves his hands down to remove the ties around her wrist, the front door

off his knees into a crouch with one foot on either side of Evelyn, protecting her unconscious body beneath him. His lips curl back, revealing his teeth – ready

putting his hands up so that Victor can see he’s not a threat. Victor pauses a moment, and then, registering that it’s Edgar,

a nod from Victor to let him know that it’s okay, and then throws himself to his

himself, hiding his wolf away

Edgar asks,

can’t believe it, but he forgot about the assailant. He gestures towards her form, thankfully still

“Dead?”

to his boys, who have just finished untying the ropes around their ankles. “Boys,” he says, forcing himself to cool the adrenaline coursing through his veins, to be gentle with

raw, so unsure of their world. God, he had meant to protect them – to bring them here

“You are safe, boys. I am so, so sorry this happened. Please, don’t

almost in tandem, and Victor’s heart again surges to see how much they trust him. He means it, too – he will do

back yard. Victor’s face hardens, steely. Changes would

take care of your mother

says, sniffing. “Can we get

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