I glanced back at them, noting how pale Brennan’s face was as he nodded. “Tory. Born human like his mother. He left the pack three years ago, wanting to live with the humans.”
“They are the only ones who were attacked like this. Do you think that’s a coincidence?”
“You think whatever did this knew they used to be pack?” I asked, bringing both of their gazes to me. Brennan’s gaze was too grim to deny he thought exactly that, and a shiver ran down my spine at the thought.
“I hope not,” Asher muttered, but even his tone told me he thought the same.
I let out another shiver as I continued my path around the room. Pausing, I noticed the claw marks that raked across most of the walls were concentrated on one side of the room. Frowning, I stepped closer to it, noticing that it led to a door
