Chapter Twenty-seven
Isaac awoke with a groan, his emotions seemingly ahead of his consciousness on the plans for the day. Breakfast, shower, work, then a meeting at the church ahead of that night’s full moon. It wasn’t that he was dreading the meeting, more that he was dreading it would all be a terrible waste of time and they still wouldn’t catch whoever was doing this. He, his brother, Richard, and the other villagers in the know had searched tirelessly and kept their eyes and ears open for anything that might point them in the right direction, and had so far come up with nothing. Whoever the perpetrator was, they were incredibly smart—smart enough to keep slaughtering sheep without leaving a speck of evidence or behaving oddly and arousing suspicion.
As he thought about sheep, his br
