Cosette had seemed like she knew something was coming, but Donovan was getting it all wrong. She’d been warning me about the pack. Not the fey. And I was the one who’d invited her to the mall, not the other way around.

Something that kills like this isn’t going to be satisfied with just one, I said.

Aye. We need to find out what happened before it kills again.

Which meant I needed to do some research to get info on our enemy. Most packs kept a library with records of all the monsters its hunters had run into over the years. The Irish pack had to have a huge database by now.

But first, we had to clean up this room. “Can we give John a proper burial now?”

“You’re right.” He looked back at what was left of the body. “Ian, get someone to gather up and prepare the remains. We’ll burn him tomorrow at nightfall and then go for a pack run to mourn our lost brother.”

“I’ll have it made known,” Ian said.

“Thank you.” Donovan stepped forward and linked our hands together. “This way, a ghrá. Let me show you to our room.”

As we slowly got farther away from John’s room, the scent of his death started to fade, but it lingered on my skin. I was going to need a shower—or ten—before it totally went away. I was daydreaming about all the lavender soap I was going to use to scrub the scent off of me when a redhead came barreling down the hallway. She shoved me to the side as she jumped into Donovan’s arms, pressing her lips hard against his before pulling back. “Welcome home.”

My blood turned to fire, and if I could’ve shot flames from my eyes, I would’ve. Only my father’s fierce training on protocol saved me from an historically epic throwdown.

Donovan tried to disentangle himself, but she held on. This had to be Vivian. I straightened my back, standing as tall as I could, and delicately cleared my throat.

Vivian held onto Donovan’s arm as she turned to me, giving Donovan a chance to shake free from her.

I hadn’t been able to take a good look at her in her rush to get to my mate, but now I wished I hadn’t seen her. Vivian was beautiful. Tessa liked to joke that all us Weres looked like supermodels, but the thing was, some Weres were just better looking than others. Vivian fell into that category and, worse yet, she knew it. From the way her eyes narrowed to the look of complete disdain she shot me, I knew she thought I was nothing to write home about. And from the way her gaze lingered on my hair… Well, it made me glad I hadn’t gone back to my natural blonde.