ETHAN
I rolled the shotgun shell around in my gloved hands. After days of searching, this was the only clue we had to the presence of werewolf hunters in the area. Whoever shot Axel didn’t leave any other traces or scents behind—human or otherwise.
It was disconcerting. Every other case I had dealt with when it came to werewolf hunters had left a trace—all except one. If the hunter could mask his scent, it would put the school in danger. The hunter could walk onto campus without realizing a stranger was there.
“Does this mean the search is over?” Asher asked, watching me closely.
Asher had been in a strange mood ever since Axel had been shot. The sour, moping mood that had been hanging over him like a cloud was gone, but he still wasn’t himself. He was doing as he was told without co
