Chapter 13
The hall was a mess. There was broken glass and furniture everywhere. People were sitting in little groups, talking in hushed voices. The police were going around, asking questions and taking notes. A few paramedics wandered from group to group, making sure everyone was all right.
Phillipe was also walking around the hall, his eyes moving from face to face. His gaze swung over Remy and the rest of the clan, standing off to one side and speaking to the police about their involvement. He recognized some of the pack, but not many of them, and the one face he was looking for was the one face he couldn’t find.
The last time he and Brigid had spoken, things hadn’t gone so well. She’d been angry, and rightly so. So angry he was certain there was no way for him to patch things up. He
