Chapter 26
“Did you see that?”
“What?”
“Eyes. They glowed yellow.”
The female officer’s negation followed as I turned tail and fled deeper into the forest. Slid on my belly through brush until even the spotlight’s glare was gone.
All that linked me to the crime scene now was the subtle char of moth wings making contact with the halogen. That...and the distant but unmistakable aroma of wild fur.
Of course, this was a forest. Animals—both domesticated and native—had been through here frequently.
But this furriness was familiar. I’d smelled it on myself every time I shifted from lupine to human. Wild and warm and faintly electric. The aroma of a woelfin’s pelt.
The scent was so strong I half expected to trip over Bastion’s fur. Not that the murderer would have discarded such a preciou
