“YOU LIED TO ME,” CLAW accused, pulling a phone out of his back pocket and flipping through images before sliding the device toward me. I picked it up...and immediately let it clatter back to the table, my fingers unable to hold onto the phone as a horrific image burned its way into my mind.
Blood and gore and something that resembled dog foot prints. Was this Claw’s way of telling me students really had died in an animal attack?
“Breathe.” Warm masculine arms enfolded as much of me as they could reach from the other side of the table. My head came to rest on a shoulder that was as hard as a rock but more comforting by far.
“Who is that?” I choked out when I was finally able to speak again. Pushing away from Claw with an effort, I sank back into my seat
“Your predecessor.” Claw’s voice
