Chapter Six
Jackson swirled the whisky in his glass. He saw his reflection in the liquid, but not his eyes. They melded into the liquid, as they were the same color.
In his pocket, his phone vibrated an anxious rhythm. Jackson pulled it out. He looked at the caller ID. His thumb hovered over TALK, but instead he brought his drink up to his mouth and took a long pull until the phone went silent.
Jackson looked around the bar. It was a favorite watering hole for the PPU officers. He saw Falun in one corner with two fairies in his embrace. Off to the side, a mix of all breeds surrounded Warwick. Fairies, she-wolves, and human females were drawn to the magnetism and mystery of warlocks.
On a different night, Jackson may have joined them. Wolves were frisky when unmated, but once they found
