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Chapters (32)
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. To My Readers
  31. Acknowledgments
  32. About the Author

“Aye. The McTavish family has lived in this town for generations. We all knew of werewolves, even before you Yanks ended up on the telly with our Donovan. It’s part of being allowed to live here.” He motioned to the body. “What’s happened? Who killed this boy?”

“We didn’t, that’s for sure, but I can’t say what did.”

“What can you tell me? Because I can’t just let this slide.” The cop motioned to the gruesome scene at our feet. “This bit of town is all on CCTV.”

Shit. That was bad. “I’m not sure what happened. I wasn’t here.” I wasn’t sure what I should tell him, but I didn’t know that much anyway.

“Well, who can tell me something?”

Great. Fighting with a cop in Ireland was so not my job. Once I was in this pack, we were going to do some serious emergency training. Any help? I asked Donovan through the bond.

Wolf-Donovan headed toward the car. Thank God.

“Where’s he off to?”

“Donovan’s going to shift. He’ll be back in a second.” I sighed. “Look. I don’t know what happened. All I know is that this boy is gone.”

“It was a demon? Like one of those you fought in that chapel? They follow you here?”

I shook my head. “No.” But I understood why he might think that.

He crossed his arms. “How do you know it wasn’t a demon? You weren’t here, right?”

Shit. This cop was good. If I said anything, then he might want to investigate. I wasn’t about to open that can of worms. Donovan. Any chance you can hurry it up?

Just putting on some clothes. Stall the garda. I’ll be there in a second.

Great. “Would you take my word for it?”

“I’d rather hear what you know.”

Yeah, but I didn’t want to tell him anything. “So, nice weather tonight, huh?”

The cop—garda—gave me a long stare. Apparently, I was horrible at stalling.

“McTavish.” My mate jogged up beside me wearing a pair of sweatpants and a fleece. He was shoeless, though. Seeing his feet on the icy pavement made mine ache. “This is pack business.”

McTavish pointed at the body. Or what was left of it. “There’s been a murder in our town square. How is that not the business of the garda?”

Donovan said nothing. I wondered if that was the best approach, but I wasn’t about to question him.

“You can’t expect me to ignore this. Especially if it’s a danger to our town.”

“I don’t think any of this will affect your people, but just in case, we’ll be patrolling. Tell everyone they’ll be safe as long as they stay inside after dark. Once this is all settled, I’ll let you know.”