As I walked back down the long driveway to the pack house I couldn't wrap my head around it. The intense fear she'd had just driving onto our territory. Our pack had its fair share of rogue encounters but they were always violent. He couldn't imagine what would possess a pack to attack a teenager who wasn't even able to shift yet. That would have never been okay here.
Something had shifted in me and I could feel it. Suddenly I wanted to know everything about her. How was the strong, caring, kind, fiery woman from last night the same person as the terrified, shaking, neglected girl that I had just witnessed.
"Jimmy," I threw out in the mind link.
"I want you to find out everything you can about Sasha."
"Seriously? You want me to do a background check on your mate?" I could heard the attitude from miles away. "Jack why don't you do something real crazy and just talk to her? Ask her yourself?"
"Jimmy, just do it."
He grumbled something that I'm sure was inappropriate before severing the link. I didn't know what he was going to find but I needed to know more. Most rogues became that way by choice, because they challenged an Alpha or broke a pack law. Most rogues were mangey and animalistic, practically losing touch with their human side. But Sasha was different, almost as if she had been forced into this.
My mind was taken back to earlier today. I had fought every cell in my body telling me to hold her. Even though she had an affect on me she was still a rogue and I couldn't let her in unless I knew what had made her that way. I had a pack to protect. I couldn’t just let a rogue into the pack without making sure they wouldn’t endanger my people, whether or not they were my mate. But the way her long blonde hair flowed in waves down her back, the way her petite frame was somehow fit and tight but curvy at the same time. Her deep chocolate eyes looking up at me and almost relieved when she saw me in the entrance of the pack house just about had me ruined right then and there.
I shook my head, "Stop."
Why didn't we go with our mate? She's clearly upset. You're an idiot... Blaize whined.
"We have an entire pack to think about. I can't let her in before I'm sure she won't bring harm to any of the people I've sworn to protect. You know that," I mumbled. He didn't like my answer.
The next morning Jimmy mind linked me that he needed me first thing before I left.
"What's up Jim?" I asked as I walked into his office at the pack house.
"I looked her up like you wanted."
"And?" I asked, my interest fully piqued.
"And there isn't much to say."
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"I could barely find anything. I even had one of our guys help look into other packs to see where she came from. We couldn't find her anywhere. Either someone erased their information or Sasha Lovett isn't her real name."
I scowled, that was not the answer I wanted. "Guess I'll have to do some digging. Thanks Jimmy."
"You know Jackson, you could just get to know her."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, thanks for your sage advice Jim," I grumbled before making my way to work.