Archer’s P.O.V.
As soon as we made it back towards Bec’s house, my wolf had his ears up. Which wasn’t normal for him to do, it meant that he sensed something, and that something usually wasn’t anything good. Once I saw that Bec’s front door was standing wide open, I knew enough. I had seen Bec lock her door when we had left for the park, using a key to lock it, and she had placed the key in her back pocket. Someone had forced themselves inside. Someone was messing with what was mine, and it made me want to go wild and turn into a frenzy. Only, I couldn’t, since Bec had stepped right into me, grabbing ahold of my shirt as if she needed to hold on to me in order to be OK. So, I let her, and the fact that I could feel her close to me, gave me just enough strength to not lose all of my s**t.
