Chapter 46

Bratt

“You have been a very tricky woman to get a hold of. Lucky for me, you were out of town long enough so I could get past these cheap little window locks.”

It was the first thing I heard when Marley answered the call.

“Don’t be an idiot. Close the door, sit on the couch, and be a good girl.”

I was too late.

I was too fucking late.

The phone line went quiet, my phone beeping to indicate a hung-up call.

I flew into action, calling my sister immediately as I hurried out of the house and jumped into my car. She didn’t answer the first call. I cursed and called again as I peeled down the road.

She finally answered her damned phone on the third call.

“Bratt, I am not your private police det—”

“You need to get a car to Marley’s house immediately,” I barked.

There was a pause on the other line, then her quieted voice spoke again. “What’s going on?”

“Her stalker is in her house. Curt Fowler. He’s a friend of a Wyatt Pierce, her ex-boyfriend, and some lycan supremacist dick.”

“Wait, not the