Chapter 4Kol nodded at the man, Frank, who stood so far away he couldn’t make out his features and got Elora out of the canoe. He slung her over his shoulder and turned toward Frank, not attempting to get any closer.
“Do you know anything?”
“About?” The growly voice told Kol he wasn’t pleased to see him.
“I scented wolves in Elijah’s house. Nothing is disturbed, but I got the feeling he’d been drugged. You know the smell of nothing, but it’s still there.”
Frank nodded. “I know little about Elijah. He keeps away from people, hiding from someone.”
“His ex?”
Frank shrugged. “The skin on his arms is covered in scars.”
Self-harmer? Would Elora have told him if he was?
“Claws.”
“What?”
“The scars, while I haven’t had a closer inspection, they look like claw marks.”
Fuck. “Thank you.”
