Chapter 2

            Jason Pov

The next morning I wake up on the living room couch like I do every morning. I don't like sleeping in a bed anymore. It doesn't feel the same not having Ashley next to me. I slowly sit up, seeing the empty liquor bottle laying on the table in front of me. 

I let out a sigh and grab the empty bottle off the table and head into the kitchen to have something to eat. I throw the empty bottle in the trash and head over to the refrigerator, grabbing some leftover Chinese takeout. I warm the food up, before taking a seat on one of the chairs at the counter in the center of the kitchen. 

As I eat, I frown seeing that human female comes around the corner, swinging a fire poker at me. I forgot she was here.

"You fucking sick bastard!!" She yells, swings the fire poker at me again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy?!" I quickly get up from the chair, dodging the poker. 

"I'll show you crazy! You fucking rapist! What did you do to me!!? You can't get any pussy so you go around raping women!!?" She yells, coming after me with the fire poker, swinging it, breaking shit.

My frown deepens, seeing that She thinks I'm the one who attacked her last night. She may be somewhat attractive, but I don't do humans.

She continues to come after me with the fire poker, breaking the glass on the cupboards doors, trying to hit me. Quickly growing tired of this, I reach out catching the end of the poker as she swings it again. "I'm not the one who fucking attacked you last night." I yank the fire poker from her hands, glaring at her.

Ignoring what I just said, she goes to grab one of the knives out the holder. I move to her before she gets a chance to grab the knife. I grab her, pinning her arms above her head, against the wall as she struggles to get free.

I let out a low growl. "I didn't fucking attack you! The guy that attacked you was nowhere as big as me." My words come out through clenched teeth. She stops struggling and looks up at me, seeing how much taller I am than the guy that attacked her.

"Let me go." She glares at me, but she seems to be much calmer now. I slowly let her hands go and look over at the mess she made. I frown as I walk over and start to clean up the broken glass.

See this is why I should've just minded my fucking business and left. I don't have time for other people's shit.

"What happened? How did I get here?" She glare over at me, closing her ripped shirt, hiding her exposed stomach and black bra. She folds her arms across her chest to keep her shirt close since all the buttons are now missing.

"I stop the guy that attacked you and brought you here so you wouldn't freeze to death in that alleyway, but maybe I should've just went on by my business and saved me this trouble." I glare back at her, continuing to pick up the pieces of glass.

"Well excuse me for not coming in here and politely asking if you're the guy who attacked me. What the hell did you expect me to think after waking up in a stranger's home? For all I know you could've been the guy that attacked me and brought me here, kidnaping me." She continues to glare at me, watching me closely as I clean up the glass. Maybe she still believes I'm the guy who attacked her.

"Well next time I'll be sure to leave you be and let that guy have his way with you." I grab the broom and sweep the rest of the little pieces of glass onto the dustpan, dumping them into the trash.

"Go fuck yourself. Just give me my thing and I'll be on my way." She says.

"What things?" I ask, not knowing what she's talking about.

"I was carrying a bag and a suitcase when that guy attacked me." She says frowning a little.

"I didn't get a suitcase or a bag." I walk back over, taking my seat back on the chair and start to eat again. Maybe there was a bag and suitcase laying on the ground somewhere. I didn't bother to look.

"Where am I?" She asks, standing there frowning, watching me eat.

"The other side of the city, about two and a half hours from where I found you," I tell her. 

"Can you take me back so I can get my things?" I look over at her, really taking in her appearance. Her clothes are a bit dirty for being roughed up by that guy. I look at her face, looking at the dark red bruise on her cheek. She may look a bit rough, but she's okay. "Your legs seem to be working just fine, walk." I go back to eating, trying to signal for her to leave.

"Asshole." Her words come out low. If it wasn't for my heightened hearing I probably wouldn't have heard her. She walks away leaving. Once I hear the door open and close, I let out a small sigh. Next time I'll be sure to mind my own business and let the humans deal with their own fucking problems.

Once I finish eating, I walk into my room and grab the folder off the dresser. I lay all the files and pictures of Ashley's death on the bed. I've looked at these papers over a thousand times. Why would someone do this to her? She never did anything to anyone. 

Ashley's best friend Brenda was with her when she was killed, but the killer didn't kill Brenda, just knocked her unconscious. The guy was clearly only after Ashley. The need for answers is fucking killing me. I need to know why he did this and before I kill him I will get the fucking answers from him.

I frown, looking down at the files on the bed. Did Ashley get herself into something I don't know about? Did someone in her old pack have something against her? Maybe it was something I've done to piss someone off, but who? I know I can be a cocky ass at times, but I don't recall pissing someone off enough to do this. 

I thought the alpha son Max from the black moon pack had something to do with it. I've had an altercation with him, that lead to me almost killing him, but he said he had nothing to do with Ashley being killed. Lying is a weak emotion and alphas never display weak emotions. I may not like the guy, but he doesn't strike me as a weak alpha male who will hide behind lies, so I believed him when he said he had nothing to do with it. Plus nothing lead to him or their pack.

I let out a growl, reading the way Ashely was killed. The guy sliced through her spine, temporarily paralyzing her, so she couldn't run, then he ripped her heart out. I tracked the guy scent, but I was lead to a dead end when I got to the ocean. That fucking mutt knew I would come looking for him, so he took to the water in a boat or something like the fucking coward he is, to stop me from tracking his scent on land. 

Every time I look over this I'm always left with nothing. Every new clew I get always leads to a dead end. Maybe I need a fresh pair of eyes to look at this. Maybe I'm missing something.

I put the papers back into the folder, then give my friend Luke a call to let him know I'll be stopping by. Maybe he can find something that I'm missing. 

I get dressed and leave out the condo, taking the elevator down to the parking garage. I walk over to my car, getting in, sitting the folder on the passenger seat.

Driving down the road, I see that human female walking. I drive past her, then look into the rearview mirror at her walk, clearly not knowing where she's going. I let out a sigh and stop the car, turning around. 

I slow down next to her, letting my window down, feeling a cool breeze blow into the car. "Get in, I'll take you back to the other side of the city."

She glare over at me, holding her rip shirt close as the wind slightly blow. "I don't need your help." She looks away and continues to walk. 

I can see that she's cold.

"It's two hours away driving, so you'll probably be walking much longer. Plus you're walking the wrong way. I'm not going to beg you, so do you want the damn ride or not?" I brought her to this side of the city so I'll take her back. But if she doesn't want the damn ride, then she can walk in the cold for all I care.

She stops and glares over at me for a second, before making her way over to the car. I grab the folder off the seat and sit it on the dashboard and turn on the heat as she gets into the car, not saying anything. She repositions her rip shirt, then folds her arms across her chest again to keep it close.

I drive in silence, heading to the other side of the city to drop her off. I glance over at her, seeing the bruise on the side of her face. "You shouldn't be walking the streets alone at that time of night." 

"I can take care of myself." She rolls her eyes not looking over at me.

"You sure took care of yourself last night." I look back over at the road. If I wasn't there she'll probably be laying in that alley dead right now.

"Can you please just drive." She glare over at me, before looking out the window. I don't say anything else, really not caring. 

Once I get to the other side of the city, I pull over near the alley. She gets out, looking around as She starts to walk down the alley still looking. A deep frown appear on her face, then she let out a sigh dropping her head.

She moves over, sliding down the wall, disappearing beside the dumpster. I'm Unable to see her, but I can still hear the low sobs coming from her. What the hell is wrong with her? I frown a little and get out the car, making my way down the alley. 

I stop when I see her squatting down next to the dumpster crying. 

She looks up at me. "Why are you still here?" She turns her head, trying to hide her tears, wiping them away.

"Why are you crying?" I frown down at her.

"I'm not crying, just leave me alone and go." She continues to wipe her tears, not looking at me.

"Do you need a ride home?" A part of me doesn't want to leave her here like this. But another part of me is telling me to go, this is none of my business. And that part of me is right. This is none of my business, so why did I even bother getting out of the car.

She shakes her head. "I don't have a home to go to. I just arrived here on the bus last night when I was attacked. My bag and suitcase are gone, so now I don't have clothes or money to pay for my hotel." She sniffs a little, standing up. I look around for the bag and suitcase she's talking about. Maybe some homeless person picked it up.

I look at her for a second. I don't know her at all, but I can see that she has problems in her life. Problems that I don't need. I let out a sigh, running my fingers through my hair, knowing this is probably a bad idea. "You can use the spare room at my place if you want until you figure something out," I tell her.

She frowns a little, looking up at me with red puffy eyes. "I don't know you. You can be crazy or a rapist." She says.

"Take the offer or not, it makes no difference for me." I walk off heading back to the car. A part of me hopes she doesn't take the offer to save me any other problems. I have enough fucking problems of my own.

Once I get back into the car, I see her slowly making her way over, getting back into the passenger side, still wiping at her tears. "I won't be staying there long, just until I find a job." She says as I drive off, heading back to my condo.

Once we make it back to my condo, I let out a sigh, walking inside. "If you're going to be staying here, then I have two rules. Stay out my way and stay out of my business." I walk over grabbing the extra key out the tray and hand it to her.

I look at her, looking at her dirty ripped clothes. I go into my wallet and grab my card, handing it to her. 

She frowns looking at the card in my hand. "I don't want your money." She looks at the card in my hand not taking it.

"You may not want it, but you definitely need it. Unless you plan on wearing that to job interviews." I look at her dirty clothes, holding the card out again for her to take. 

"Don't look at me like I'm some charity case." She glares at me, taking the card from my hand. "I'll pay you back." She says.

"Whatever, you know where your room is." I look around for a second, before leaving back out the door to go see Luke. It shouldn't be too hard for her to find a job, so she won't be here too long.