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“The full moon is less of my concern now,” I said, sliding the scratched picture across the desk. “That’s the killer.”

Ryan leaned forward and picked up the paper. His brows rose as he studied the rough image. “Whoa… he does look human.”

“I’m one hundred percent sure he’s spying on us or has an elite inside this pack,” I said, my tone firm.

Ryan’s head jerked up, his eyes narrowing. “An elite? A werewolf hunter working with a werewolf to hunt down ...