I pulled up to the Pack House, jumping out of my car with Trent in tow. I noticed there were a lot of cars parked here too, and I glanced around to search for Zoe or Zack’s car.
I looked back at Trent, “Who found the body?”
Trent shrugged, “Just a regular wolf. Carried them back here in front of everyone. Word spread quickly.”
“Who was it? When were they found?”
“You remember that one lady who liked baking and made a small business in town?”
“Naomi Jackson? Who would hurt her?”
“Not her. Her son- Lamar.”
I shook my head, entering the pack house with Trent. The minute I walked in, I could hear the buzz of conversations. I walked past the lobby, into the living area to notice a lot of people from the Pack, all surrounding Naomi and Paul Jackson who sat on the couch in tears.
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