Jones snarled, nudging the body of his dead serpent lover. She smelled of dog and something else, a branch laying to the side of her body caked in what he knew was her blood. He sniffed the ground next to her, trying to find a specific scent that would help him to identify her assailant, but nothing stood out. He lifted his head, roaring into the wind at the loss of the woman who had stood by his side, his partner in crime. Someone would pay for this. When Jagson had suggested they work together Jones had agreed, snuffing them out should be no problem. One of the local captains had kidnapped one of theirs, a young she-wolf. Fortunately, the man had been smart enough to bring the young woman to Jones side of town. All it had taken was a bit of torture and she had sang for them, telling
