The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Chapter 64-Shock

Ethan

How pathetic is it that I’ve only been away from Jane a few hours, but I already miss her? It didn’t help that the entire way. through the kids’ movie, I had nothing but time to think about my lovely mate. Strange as it seems, I just didn’t find a bunch of animated woodland animals frolicking through a silly adventure as compelling as Jane. Still the kids enjoyed it, and my heart swelled in my chest the moment that Ryder crawled into my lap for no other reason than that he wanted to be close to me while we watched.

Now, as we return to the penthouse, I can’t wait to watch them act out the story for their mother. They’re currently debating the best part of the film, but the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end the closer we draw to the apartment building. As we round the corner, I see a blinding array of flashing lights, and police cars flooding the street in front of the entrance.

My first thought is of Jane, and before I can think twice, I scoop two pups up in each arm and race up to the first officer I see. “What happened?”

The woman pales the moment she sees me, “Alpha, I’m so sorry…” She begins, clearly unsure of how to voice her next words.

“Just tell me.” I demand, feeling the pups anxious energy increase as my own spirals out of control.

“It’s your mother.” The officer utters as gently as she can. She

glances at the children nervously, “she’s gone, sir.”

Too many feelings bombard me at once. I’m both relieved it’s not my mate, and incapable of processing the shock of hearing my mother is dead. “I…” staring at the woman helplessly, I look down at the children in my arms, whose little faces are turned up at me in confusion. “Is there someone who can take care of them for a little while?”

Five minutes later I’m getting off the elevator, and immediately set eyes on Jane talking to a detective in the hallway. Her head turns my way the moment I step off, and then she’s rushing towards me. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and she looks a bit shell-shocked. “Ethan don’t, you don’t want to go in there.”

“What happened?” I reply, stroking her cheek, “are you okay?”

“I just came home and found her.” Jane murmured, her voice sounding distant. “Please, I’m telling you, you don’t want to see her that way.”

setting her aside carefully. “You should go downstairs to

hand. “If you’re going to do this, I’m going

times before, tonight it seems ten kilometers long. It takes forever for us to finally reach the doorway, and the scent

the door, I feel

evidence markers and a pool of crimson. Her eyes are wide and unseeing, and

so, but Jane stops me. “We can’t touch her.” She cautions, and for the first time I notice that her shoes are bloody on the soles. She must have walked close enough to confirm Mom was

to the investigator behind us. “What do we

to talk about that right now.” Jane interrupts before he can answer, her

I can’t deal with feelings right now. “Someone killed

there was no forced entry, and no signs of a major struggle, which suggests it was probably someone she knew.” The investigator explains. “As you can see her throat was ripped out, but from the looks of it,

evidence that Eve

frankly, we don’t know what her motive would be for attacking your mother. They got on well

I warned you less than a week ago that this would happen

we have no

not the time. This has all just happened, you haven’t had time to investigate. anything,” she reminded the investigator pointedly. “And you,”

not.” I object. “I simply want to find the

“Look at me Ethan.” Raising my eyes to her reluctantly, I see only an outpouring of compassion. “I’m so sorry. I know how much your mother meant to you, and I can only imagine how difficult it is to process all this. The next few days are going to be hard

we should pack some bags for us and the pups and find someplace to stay tonight. I presume you

surprise Jane snorts. “If you think we’re leaving you on your own tonight, you are out of your

I’m okay, honestly.”

hotel together, and tomorrow I’ll help you make arrangements.”

from my unfamiliar hotel bed, I cross the