Voiceless - M. Sinclair Page 0,26
at the time, so I did as well. He’d never been wrong about his instincts regarding possible threats.
“What’s going on?” I arched a brow curiously.
“Earlier today, he noticed unmarked SUVs circling the border behind the pack lands,” he grunted, “then tonight, Sheriff Liam phoned in to let us know that one of them passed through the center of town. We think they are looking for someone, but we aren’t positive.” I had a pretty fucking good idea of who.
Damn it. I was going to need to look into Colette’s history. I’d been hoping to speak to her first but this seemed a bit more pressing, unfortunately. I spoke softly. “Keep an eye on them, and tell Liam to only let them pass through at night but make them think it's a consistent lowering of security. Make sure to pay attention if they revisit places. Get back to me in a few hours.”
The man nodded and walked out, leaving me to let out a frustrated sound, opening the bottom drawer of our desk to pull out a laptop we didn’t have to use very often. It not only had a connection to a larger human data base our police force used but supernatural contacts as well. A laptop that contained far more information than any police force needed, especially such a small unit like Willowdale Village.
As it powered up, I stared out the dark rainy window as lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunder. I frowned, wondering if the loud noise had woken Colette; I hoped not. I wish I had been up there in order to make sure she was okay.
The computer dinged as I opened up two different programs. First, I searched Allard and Maine within the human database. I scanned through about ten pages of results before realizing that I wasn’t going to find anything on them. At least nothing that would be worth knowing within the extent of the human legal system.
I switched to the supernatural system and searched the same thing. I sighed in slight relief that I found at least one promising link. It was almost bittersweet. Not finding anything would have driven me fucking crazy, but finding something meant there could be trouble. However, best to have the knowledge to protect her than to be blindsided.
I began scanning through the article as the names Jeffrey Allard and Meredith Allard stood out to me. They seemed to be currently located in Pales, Maine, living as socialites hiding their shifter identity. I shook my head, realizing that our mate had truly come from across the fucking country. I was praising the fates right now for bringing her here despite the circumstances.
I frowned, noticing that they didn’t list Colette as part of their household. A household that had been forcibly removed from the rest of their family when they’d been kicked out of Jeffrey’s brother’s skulk for what appeared to be a white-collar crime. A deserving punishment considering it seemed to be threatening the integrity of their land.
I scanned past her uncle’s information, trying to find more information on Colette. Yet, no matter where I looked, I couldn’t find anything on her. In fact, her parents had no record or birth certificate proving they had a daughter.
Her uncle had a record of a child that passed away and two children that were still alive and well. Nothing on Colette. Odd. The entire situation left me with a bad taste in my mouth, making me more concerned than before.
The part that stuck out to me the most? If Colette had been raised amongst humans in Maine, she would have truly felt alone. In a sea of humans that wouldn’t have been able to understand her, telepathically or in the shifting sense. I hated that. I hated that she would have had to hide, especially considering Maine’s state of affairs regarding supernatural creatures, specifically shifters.
At least the residents of Willowdale Village were more accepting and diverse. Sure, it was a supernatural community, but during ski season humans were everywhere. We never had any issues, simple and civil. I couldn’t say the same about humans and how they reacted to our kind outside of Willowdale.
The need to shift with her soon was making my skin itch, to let her feel what it was like to live as an actual shifter and celebrate that part of who she was. To not always hide her animal in fear of being harassed. She deserved that.
Similar to my sister, Colette was a vibrant