Motors and Macarons Part 1

Melody’s POV

After everything I did for Mike, for him to pull this stunt really was the one thing that broke my heart. He knew how much the business meant to me, and to jeopardize it in such a fashion was really the last straw.

I spent the rest of the day going through the house and getting the rest of Mike’s things, which wasn’t much after his clothing. It was like he just moved in and left things as they were, not even making his own mark. The only place that really was almost all his was the basement, where his home gym set up was.

Movers came by at six that evening with a list from the lawyer what they would be taking and I directed them where to go. It took them two hours just to get the exercise machines from the basement. After all was said and done I was exhausted and worn out.

I went to the living room and sat down on a wingback chair, snacking on some macarons from Monday. Looking back on everything, I should have saw the signs of Mike’s infidelity sooner. Tiffany had always hung on to him when she was around, and I just wrote it off as them knowing each other before I had even met Mike. I would have never of guessed they were fated mates.

I sighed heavily, deciding that a few of the macarons were enough and that I needed some sleep after all of that drama, so I headed to bed early, intent of doing some at-home investigation tomorrow.

Sleep did not come easy to me, but in the end I did get some. I got up at my normal time of five thirty on Sunday morning, ready to tackle the day. I began by stripping the sheets on the bed and deep cleaning almost every room in the house. I wanted even the smallest scent of Mike gone for good.

I did some online research while I cleaned about what to do if someone took out a loan without your consent, and it all seemed pretty straight forward. I looked up the name of the bank online to see if they had a website, which luckily they did. I checked the hours that they were open and was disappointed to see that they were closed Sundays, but they did have an online link to create appointments with them.

After checking the schedule, there was only one space left for two thirty tomorrow. The bank closed at five, so I should have plenty of time to stop by after work. I needed to eventually put in a police report at the station as well. I didn’t know when and if I would have time to do that.

I went to the spare bedroom at the top of the stairs and opened the door. I couldn’t even remember the last time I went in there. A fine layer of dust coated everything, making me wince. This will take too long I sighed to myself. Just as I was about to step foot into the room I heard a noise from out front.

Crash, scree, wham!

It sounded like someone had wrecked a vehicle. I lived on the edge of the city limits, just outside of town so I was used to people speeding; but no one had ever crashed before.

I hurried down the steps and to the front door, sticking my head outside. There in the street were three people on motorcycles and the city mowers cleaning up their equipment. I grabbed my cellphone and hurried down my cement path to the street.

“Is everyone alright?” I called as I was halfway to the street. I paused as the wind shifted slightly, blowing the scent of the bikers to me. They were werewolf, and definitely not from my pack. I remembered that Alpha Scott had warned us about the bikers in a pack link, assuring everyone that they would be gone by Friday.