~Declan~

A tense silence swelled inside the room, Roan’s voice echoing in the emptiness, a church bell gong waking us from slacking on our investigation.

Everything we knew about these people was all theories and assumptions. Roan was a breathing witness to what they were after—Shifter’s blood.

It was puzzling. Why shifter’s blood? And all their victims didn’t have their wolves yet, and Roan wasn’t privy to the existence of werewolves, or if she was one.

We’ve all fallen deep into ...