Chapter 23
The first pre-dawn light was filtering through our bedroom windows by the time the pack swept the final evidence of Justin’s visit and death beneath the metaphorical rug. Since my brother-in-law’s body couldn’t be disposed of quite so easily, we’d instead treated the corpse to a funeral bonfire that roused half-hearted grumbling from shifters who considered the invader not worth the effort. But a single glare from Wolfie had nipped any further complaints in the bud, and our pack had rallied together to send my mate’s brother out of our world with traditional shifter fanfare.
Now family and friends were trickling away to their homes while I collapsed on our own doorstep, realizing too late that Wolfie’s and my bed had provided the kindling to light his brother’s pyre. In other
