Nash
How the hell did this happen? The question kept running around and around in my brain like a hamster in a wheel.
How the hell did I get mixed up in all this? It was Josiah’s fault. He was my first werewolf friend, and he was the one who hired me to investigate that situation with the shifter serial killer. If I needed to blame someone, I figured I would blame the alpha.
I couldn’t very well blame some mystical moon goddess that I didn’t even believe in.
The young woman showed me to a door that opened out into the parking area, and I stomped my way over to my jeep. I jumped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door with all my strength. I was lucky I didn’t rip the handle off in the process. I sat, gripping the steering wheel, breathing heavily. My chest hurt like I was
