“Not yet, Selene.”

The other human finally spoke. Selene’s grip on the gun faltered, and she lowered it.

He slipped a hand into his pocket as he walked forward, calm, and composed.

“I am Romano, a detective. You can either come with us quietly… or we’ll force you.”

Selene’s eyes snapped to him. “But you promised I’d kill him.”

Romano’s lips curved in a smug grin. “Calm down, Selene. You’ll have the pleasure soon enough. Do you think a werewolf would ever let himself ...