He didn’t slip, didn’t make an unintentional noise, while carrying the huge old wolf.Īnna had been raised in suburban Chicago. Her mate had grace in the steep terrain, never faltering as he stepped over downed timber or around rocks. He waited until Anna was beside him, then started back toward the cabin. He backed out of the underbrush and stood as soon as he could. “I think we can go now.” Charles rose to his knees and hefted Hester’s body until he had her in a fireman’s carry. He raised his chin and looked around them, his head tilted a little as if he could hear something she did not. “Brother Wolf thought that it was better to make sure they were all dead.” But Brother Wolf-” He looked at Hester’s body and shook his head.

Or if someone-the moneyman, maybe-is targeting werewolves living in isolation,” Anna said, grateful for something to focus on besides the dead werewolf, the man she’d killed, and Jonesy, whose mate was dead. “We need to know if this was an isolated incident, if it was aimed at Hester and Jonesy, only. If Jonesy hadn’t called us, it would have been months before someone came up to check on them.” My da has been worried about the threat Hester and Jonesy represented-maybe he should have been a little worried about how vulnerable they were. They knew that Jonesy is fae, though they didn’t have any idea how powerful he is. Maybe because she was female, maybe because she was Hester-and maybe because she and Jonesy were up here isolated.

But they were looking for her-for a female werewolf. I don’t know why they came here or what they wanted. He looked at Hester, and said, “I don’t know why they killed her. But he didn’t wait for her to answer his question. “Aren’t you mourning him, too?” he asked perceptively.

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