Chapter 12
“What do you think you’re doing?” the fox-scented shifter demanded. I recognized him immediately, not from any glimpse of a face that I might have caught in the dark alley the night before, but because he looked precisely the way he smelled. In human form, the male was tall and lanky, his angular countenance made even more rat-like by its squinty-eyed expression of distaste. Harmony’s potential r****t was definitely the last person I’d hoped to see that day.
But before I could usher the male out of my shop, a second voice rang out across the room. “Roger,” this one warned.
The second werewolf to speak was more appealing...especially once the alpha’s son reached up to place a steadying hand atop his underling’s shoulder. Like his companion, I recognized Aaron by scent, and I w
