"I wanted to ask about that werewolf you caught," Perry shifted the topic smoothly. "Did he say anything useful?"
Richard let out a soft sigh, like he was still stuck in his own thoughts, then focused. "The one who robbed you and the one who tripped you up—same group. They're a small-time gang that sneaks into different packs to steal stuff. Thought your bag was full of cash."
Perry let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. For a moment, she'd been afraid her cover was blown—it turned out to be just random thieves.
If she had known it was that simple, she wouldn't have accepted Richard's offer. She sipped her water and glanced at him with a slight pout. His striking eyes were locked on her, unblinking, and that made her cheeks warm.
"You've been mad at me lately,"
