The door open and shut but I did not bother to look who it was. I can smell Harley, anyway. He just got back from the crime scene. I bit my fingernails from the nervousness I feel inside.

What did he find out? Is it a shifter? A regular wolf? Damn it!

I did not bother looking at Harley when I felt his presence in the living room. Pretending that I was watching the TV, I stopped biting my nails and inhaled slowly.

“How’s everything out there?” I asked in a normal voice.

Harley exhaled ...