Chapter 7
The leg was gnawed and b****y, but the cloven hoof at one end suggested it might have begun life as a ram...or perhaps as a goat or a deer. Most damning of all, the leg was located dead center in the heart of Wolf Landing, only a few feet away from Lupe’s cabin.
Still, despite gruesome evidence that the ram’s death had in fact been associated with our pack, I barely took the time to glance at the detached limb. How could I when the living were in danger of being turned into equally grisly cuts of meat?
“That’s not proof,” Hunter argued, easing toward my vanquished charge while ignoring Grey’s aggressive stance. The girl was clasped against the enforcer’s bare chest and her eyes were wild. No wonder since she could barely breathe with one of Grey’s broad palms cupping her mouth
