Chapter 20
FBI agents streamed past us into the house the second Hunter and I stepped outside to sound the all-clear, but I grabbed Robert’s wrist before my partner could join his co-workers. “Wait. I need to talk to you.”
For the first time in months, my one-time friend twitched away from my touch, and I dropped his arm like a hot potato. Now I knew how Hunter felt when he first joined our pack—being treated like a monster definitely didn’t do the ego any favors.
But Robert followed my lead anyway, his acrid scent the only evidence of roiling emotions as we exited the mass of scurrying bodies and headed in the opposite direction. “I need to talk to you as well,” he said as we rounded the corner and left the other officers behind. “It looks like this isn’t a werewolf-related case after
