Page 41 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

Jason barely had a chance to get out of the way as his door flew inwards. As soon as he had unlocked the door and began to swing it open to see who was banging away on it, I had violently kicked it in. He screamed out in shock as he jumped back and the door slammed into the wall behind it, the doorknob busting through and sticking into the drywall there. Jason stood there, merely in pajama pants, breathing heavily as he stared at his door now affixed to the wall. Heat and anger poured off of me as I stood framed in the doorway, glaring at him. I started to raise my hand, to do something to harm him. Not because I thought he had anything to do with Lucas being taken, but because he was one of them. He was a werewolf—just like the person who had ripped Lucas out of his own home and stolen away into the night as I pathetically tried to save him.

After the truck disappeared into the darkness, those two red eyes practically laughing at me, I screamed into the night sky. Fire shot from my hands into the sky, flying in an arc over the front lawn and landing far out from the shore into Lake Erie. There it sizzled and steamed and sent up more proof of my rage and fear. Why hadn’t I gone back to Hollywood sooner? Told Lucas that I didn’t want to stay in Ohio? He would have gone with me sooner—before it was too late. I had shaken those thoughts away. Too late. Lucas had just been taken, not harmed.

Hewasfinehewasfinehewasfine.

Please, God. Let him be fine.

He better be fine.

I will burn this entire state down if he is not fine.

He didn’t do anything to deserve this.

Slowly, I lowered my hand at that thought. Jason was a total douchebag, but he hadn’t done anything to be turned into a piece of bacon, either. Yet. His eyes shifted from the door and the wall to me, a look of anger trying to chase away the fear in his eyes. Glaring through the doorway at him, I stepped over the threshold into the house.

“They got my fucking boyfriend,” I growled.

“What?” Confusion shadowed his face. “Who? Who got Lucas?”

“Your fucking people.” I snarled. “Werewolves.”

“My pack?” He was actually shocked.

“I have no fucking clue.” I snapped. “You all look alike when you’re furry, you piece of shit.”

“No, we—” He stopped himself. “That’s not the point. A werewolf took your—Lucas?”

“Yes.”

“When? Where?”

“From his house, asshole,” I growled again, stomping closer. “We had just got done…stuff…and some furry shit-hook came through the window and grabbed him like a sack of potatoes.”

“Did he hurt him?” His eyes grew wide as he observed my menacing form stalking towards him.

“He jumped into the back of a pickup truck with Lucas, and it sped away,” I replied sharply. “I wasn’t able to stop them. But that means there was at least two of them working together.”

“Why would anyone want Lucas?”

“Why would anyone want to bite him, you dumb bitch?” I snapped.

“Fuck you.”

“Why have you always been after Lucas since we were kids?” I demanded. “You always wanted him in your pack. Because, it’s kinda fucking suspect now, Jason.” I stalked closer. “In the last day, two werewolves have attacked us and bit him. Now, one came through his fucking window to kidnap him. What the fuck is going on?”

“I told you and your crazy ass grandmother this morning why I tried to recruit Lucas when we were kids.” Jason snapped back, though he was slowly inching away from me, obviously not as dumb as he looked. “The man in the black hooded cloak told me to.”

“Yeah?” I hissed. “Partial bullshit, Jason. You might have done it to appease him, to keep him from doing you and your pack harm, but I think you also know why he wanted you to do it. And I swear to God you’re going to tell me.”

I raised a hand, red fire already encircling it, lapping and flickering, though not harming my flesh.

“Be careful!” Jason practically squealed as he backed into the island in his kitchen.

“Tell me, goddamnit!” I bellowed.

“Because Lucas was a distraction!” Jason spat, though his eyes were still wide with fear. “Because he was in the way, all right?”

“What does that mean?” I glowered at him, my hand and the fire staying in position, threatening him.