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Logan didn’t know what to say. They were back at the chief’s house, and it was tense.
She was currently hiding in the office while the wolves snapped just outside the door.
It had seemed like a good idea to get out of the way when the body arrived. It had been carried in a litter and laid out in the middle of the living room. Weres had been pouring in ever since—all of them very large and hostile. And she didn’t blame them for feeling that way.
Losing the ability to shift was one thing. The death of the chief’s third was another. This was an act of war. Only they hadn’t found their enemy yet, so they were looking at her with retribution in their eyes.
It hadn’t helped that when he saw her, Sammy had taken one look at the staff she’d been holding and started screaming his head off.
