“We’re running out of time,” I say grimly. “The existence of at least one black wolf has already been noticed by this town’s pack security. When they don’t find my corpse, they’re going to start looking at all the newcomers in town. We can’t afford to waste any more time playing nice.”

Patrick’s expression grows serious. “You’re right. Leave the Wily Vixen to me and the boys. We’ll deal with her.”

He’s about to turn around and leave the room when I remember ...