“You guys made a hell of a mess,” Susan said from the doorway, shaking her head. Andre stood beside her, blood congealing on the fur surrounding a wound on his head but otherwise apparently all right as far as Noel could see. She didn’t seem in the least surprised to see a huge stranger with a bloody knife in his hand collapse on the bed. “You might want to shift—both of you, because I’m presuming you—” she pointed at Jax, “—are normally the man I know as Jackson. I want see how much damage I have to take care of.”
She came into the room, setting a first aid kit that Noel recognized as the one from his kitchen on the dresser. Then she took the blanket folded at the foot of the bed, tossing over the bloody remains of the dead wolf.
Both men shifted. Jax asked, “How the hell did you know?”
