THIRTY-NINE
Rosa seemed dazed, so Chase left her to pull on some clothes while he, already dressed, headed outside to find a handcart to carry the body to this altar she'd spoken of.
He should have felt as confused as Rosa, killing a wolf who'd turned into a man only to die again after telling the strangest tale he'd ever heard.
And yet...his mind was clearer than it had ever been. Seeing that beast slavering over Rosa, he'd known exactly what to do.
Even now, he could see his way forward, knowing exactly what he wanted to do next.
He filled up the handcart with enough wood to make a pagan funeral pyre, then went inside for some other supplies. Rosa had pulled on a shift, but she seemed to be struggling with the laces.
Chase headed over to help. After making love to her tonight,
