Chapter 8: Human Monsters
Rowan
“We found another one,” Tristan says as he steps into my apartment.
Frowning with disbelief, I finish slipping on the t-shirt that I was going to wear before I heard the knock on the door.
“Was it killed with the same ammo?”
Tristan hands me a file with pictures and takes a seat in one of the kitchen stools. “Yeah, but this one has been dead a little longer than the one you found. Some guy was hunting deer or some s**t and discovered it deep in the woods. Thankfully, the official that responded to his report was a supernatural, so it was run through the Council instead of the human police. The pathologist guesses from its decomposition that it’s been dead for at least a week. Like the one you
