Donovan didn’t retaliate but sat there calmly staring down the father. Finally, the other wolf ran off, leaving his mate behind to mourn.

I knew that everyone expressed grief differently, but how could he leave his mate? I tried to go to her, but her keening turned to a snarl.

I’d let them slide on the lack of an emergency plan, but not helping a distraught pack member? What the hell was wrong with these wolves? That was beyond unacceptable.

“Someone come comfort her.”

A few wolves stopped their song to growl at me.

“Someone help her.” This time I used some of Donovan’s power to back my command. I didn’t care who I pissed off. They might not like me right now, but I was right. Someone needed to go to the mother.

Finally, two wolves stepped up to curl around either side of her.

I glanced back at the head. I’d thought someone from the pack was working with the fey, but maybe I was wrong. Why would any Were kill a pup? It didn’t make sense.

And why was this kid out here in the first place?

A car came around the bend. Its headlights blinded me, and I had to hold up my hand to block out the light. The wolves didn’t seem to react to the driver other than stopping their song for a second, so I took my cue from them. Whoever this was, he wasn’t a bad guy. He was just a dick for not turning off his lights.

The driver parked his car half on the center of the roundabout and opened his door, leaving the engine running. “What in the name of Christ is goin’ on out here?” he said as he stepped out.

“You mind?” I asked, waving at the lights.

“Aye. Sorry.” He leaned in and, thankfully, the lights went dark.

“Thanks.” I blinked as my eyes readjusted, but I couldn’t miss the man’s uniform.

A cop. Perfect. And since I was the only one in human form, it was now my job to deal with him.

He slammed his door before making his way toward us. He was maybe a few years older than me. The uniform was a little too boxy to give an idea of his body shape, but from the way he held himself, I was reasonably certain he more than liked to work out. But I was mostly impressed by the way he took the scene in stride. It wasn’t every day a human stumbled upon a pack of werewolves howling over the remains of a young teen.

“Hi,” I said. “You okay with all of…” I motioned to the wolves.