Chapter 32
The snow had turned crusty by the time Yuki and I strode into Atwood clan central an hour later. Ransom’s intel suggested the village should have been full of all the werewolves I’d left behind plus a strong contingent of invading neighbors. But the streets were empty, porch lights were extinguished, and the entire area was as silent as the grave.
It reeked of sulfur, however. The rotten-egg aroma nipped at my nostrils from the first moment I stepped out of the limousine and it grew stronger and stronger as I followed pack bonds illuminated by Elle’s freely offered blood.
Both sulfur stench and pack bonds led me in the same direction. The community hall. It rose before us, tall and looming...and loud with raised voices apparently engaged in extended debate.
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