Liam
With the very real possibility of a lot more attacks coming in the near future, and our pack members being put in danger, Ty dove into work. Within the hour, his desk was piled high with old books, pack members files, reworkings of the patrol schedules, and the floor around it littered with maps of our territory. We knew very little of what the witches were capable of, but Ty was hopeful that somewhere in the old books he’d dug out from our library would have some sort of recollection of our past interactions with witches.
“We should question the witch as soon as possible,” Ty suggested, his hands balled up into fists on the table and I could tell he was nervous. We both knew it wouldn’t be easy to get information out of her, and if we had to draw blood to make her talk, I knew Ty w
