CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Peter and Angie had been training for this moment for weeks and thinking about it for months. Confronting this beast had been Peter’s obsession of late, it was his one passion, his preoccupation. It had become his sole focus, swelling until it was his only reason for existing; even the time he spent with Angie had lately been about getting to this point.
They’d made elaborate preparations to kill Garrou and had both paused their lives and careers and aspirations to end him. Now was their chance to finish it.
But, as the gigantic werewolf creature fell to the floor and seemed even larger in the small confines of the cabin, Peter realized there was no way to prepare for the horror Garrou’s raging wolf form created. When he’d last seen him like this in Baltimore it was te
