Jaxon shook his head. “I don’t understand it. Why kill it on the porch, let all its blood come out, and then drag it all the way back here? If this was supposed to be a threat, I feel like it would have had a stronger effect if Selene had found the whole body instead of only blood.”
I shrugged. “Maybe it was for dramatic effect. It’s a wolf, and now it’s dead in the woods. We’re shifters. Maybe this is Varek’s way of saying: pay the money, or your wolf ass will end up dead in the forest where nobody will ever find you.”
“Probably,” Jaxon said. “It’s a bit extreme, but I understand the meaning.”
I reached down, pulled the knife out of the animal, and started cutting into the soft, moss-covered ground beside it.
Jaxon stared at me. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Burying it,” I answered
