Izzy’s POV
Naturally the next morning everyone was very tense, but nobody seemed to want to talk about my little misadventure in the middle of the night. Nor was I told the outcome of what happened to the human who attacked me, although it wasn’t very hard to guess. Very likely he is now dead.
If the human is not dead, I’m sure the guys would have done something to make sure that he was unlikely to be a repeat offender. Werewolf justice tends to be like that, swift and brutal. That suits me fine, except for my involvement. I kind of wish we had never even come skiing at all now, even though I had really loved it yesterday.
The snow had finally stopped early in the morning, but the highway wasn’t open yet. The snow plows were still working hard to get Snoqualmie Pass cleared eno
