Chapter 6
I opened my eyes the next morning to a horrendous sight. A young woman, n***d, chest ripped open and blood splattered in every direction. She appeared to have been caught midshift, with lupine ears starting to burst out of a human head and with her hands already replaced by paws. There was no question that the victim had once been a vibrant shifter with a long life ahead of her. And now she was dead.
It isn’t real, I told my queasy stomach, pushing the cell phone and the appalling image it contained away from me. “What the heck?” I demanded aloud.
I was too upset to soften my voice, and all around me both furry and furless heads popped up out of our heap of werewolf slumber. The grisly wakeup call had my heart beating way too fast, so I allowed myself a second to calm down by
