MEGAN'S POV
I step out of the police station with Vance right beside me, my mind spinning with too many thoughts at once as the cool evening air brushes against my skin.
The fluorescent lights inside had been harsh, and the interrogation room reeked of stale coffee and tension.
But I refused to leave without answers.
I needed to know who sent those men. I needed to know why they were looking for a woman with blonde hair and two kids.
A woman who fit my exact description.
The officer I spoke to, a werewolf named Detective James, only gave me partial answers.
"You weren't the only woman with blonde hair and two kids in the building at the time, Ms. Pierce," he'd said, his tone calm but firm. "We can't be certain they were targeting you specifically. We're investigating all possibili
