Chapter 25Having a dead werewolf at her feet put Flanna into efficiency mode.
She had to get rid of the body. Though she would have loved to hand him over to the police, there was no way Flanna could justify the nasty bite marks that had torn apart Romm’s throat. A bullet could be explained; the stab wound on top of it was less so, but still fell within the realm of self-defense. Even her father would struggle to find some way to account for teeth marks two inches deep that left a man’s neck looking like chopped liver.
She moved with a quick competence developed by years of experience. While she worked, she felt Jason’s gaze on her every step, watching from the corner of the barn to which he’d retreated. He never made a sound or ventured to get into her way. He let her do her job, even t
