My jaw tightens as I think of the way the light faded from her eyes. Pathetic. Annoying. Desperate.
Did I really say those things to her? “f**k,” I mutter, shaking my head.
A large wolf emerges from the tree line behind me, padding silently through the underbrush. I don’t turn around.
“What do you want, Seth?”
He shifts into human form with a soft rustle of displaced air. “You’re in a charming mood, I see.”
“Don’t.” My voice comes out sharper than he deserves. “Just tell me what you found.”
He walks around to face me where I’m leaning against the ancient oak. I can feel his tension even before he speaks. Whatever he has found, it’s bad.
“Andrew Crew,” he begins without preamble. “You were right to be suspicious.”
I straighten slightly but maintain my position against the tree trunk
