What? He wasn’t explaining enough. Why do you think someone’s coming after you?

John was my second. My brother. He took care of the pack in my stead. Without him, I can’t hold the pack and stay with the Seven. Now, Thomas has been murdered. It’s horrible, but I cannot ignore the fact that he’s the only child of Tadhg, who happens to be my strongest opponent in the pack. After his display in front of everyone, Tadhg is already showing that he blames me. If he’s against me, others will follow.

Shit. This was bad.

Exactly. With these two deaths, my pack is suddenly at risk.

But they sent that monstrous fey beast against a child. It didn’t matter what species you were. Children were sacred. Who would do that?

I have no idea. I don’t think that the fey would risk striking out against me. But if you’d asked me earlier, I’d say no Were would ever kill a child either. If this is coming from inside the pack, then I haven’t even a clue where to start looking. Without John, I’m blind in my own pack.

What do we do?

Find whoever’s sending fey against our pack and kill them.

But if Donovan didn’t know where in the hell to start—and this was his pack—how were we supposed to do that?

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

The sun had started rising over the horizon by the time we were finally making our way back to the stronghold. We’d stayed to oversee the cleanup, while the rest of the pack had gone home. After most of them left, I’d found a first aid kit in the trunk of the car and seen to Donovan’s leg. He was lucky that the cut wasn’t from the beast. The bronze sword that the humans’ statue was brandishing had done the job, so the wound was already mostly healed. In a day, it’d be completely gone. The other four Weres that were hurt had a few broken bones, but they’d be fine in a couple hours.

Besides Thomas, no one had been seriously injured. We’d been lucky on that end. But we still had so much work to do. I was pretty sure we weren’t going to sleep today.

“As I see it, we’ve got two problems,” I told Donovan as we wound down the minuscule streets in his equally tiny car.

“And they are?” Donovan asked, eyebrows raised.