WAITING FOR SOMEONE else to take action wasn't her style. After giving Ma the third degree, Noelle discovered the wolves hung out at a French bistro in Manhattan named Luna. Not her first guess for a werewolf HQ, but what did she know?
The restaurant was closed when she got there, but lights were on inside. She banged on the door.
A man pushing seven-foot with a barrel chest came to the door. “We're closed.”
“I want to see Jake.”
“Come back tomorrow.”
“I know what you are. She won't be here tomorrow and neither will you. Let me see her.” The man didn't move. Noelle took out her backup cell and punched in the number for ICE. “Uncle Sam doesn't give a s**t about your full moon. I press SEND and things get complicated.” She waited a heartbeat. “Smell me. You know I'm not f*****g around.
