BRENNAN
I had seen many kills in my lifetime. I had killed plenty of times myself. But this? This was nothing like I had seen before. It was like whatever killed this family had played with them. Blood was painted across every surface, some clinging to the groves the creature had left with its claws, dripping gruesomely down the walls. Their entrails had been dragged out and looked half chewed on. None of them were recognizable as anything more than a pile of rotting meat, and even my stomach was turning at the sight.
Like the rest of the pack, I’d thought Tory would be safer with the humans. Pack life was dangerous even at the best of times, but without a wolf it was even worse. I was sure my mate could attest to that. Now, here he was dead in a heap with his family, and something about
