doesn’t seem like his style. He was a loner known for experimenting on his
victims with blood magic, but only one at a time. He worked with demons,
but never anything coordinated like the attacks so far. Nothing so dramatic.”
“Prison apparently changed him.” I twirled my spoon reticently around
the bowl. Fruit Brute was awful, but the sooner the box was empty and out of
the house, the better.
Casey slurped a spoonful of bright pink milk from the bowl. “Maybe the
rogue wolf that Jaxson put down was the one actually pulling the strings.
That could be good news for you. He’s dead.”
I hadn’t told my family that that rogue wolf was Billy, Jaxson’s brother-
in-law, or that I’d been the one to kill him. Instead, I’d helped the pack sweep
everything under the rug. Now, I wasn’t sure whether that had been the right
choice.
My aunt nodded thoughtfully. “That could be. Our family didn’t have any
serious interactions with Kahanov that would warrant a target on your back.
He was just another monster, brought down by the Order. However, half the
packs in the Great Lakes hate us for manufacturing wolfsbane. Maybe they
caught him after he escaped from prison and tried to use him to get
vengeance.”
I shrugged. Billy had planned on murdering our whole family, but I knew
for certain who was pulling the strings—Kahanov, the faceless man…who
might not be so faceless in my nightmares if I asked the Order for a photo.
I put my head in my hands and rubbed my temples. “I’m just exhausted
from being hunted. I can’t have a night out without being followed by a pack
of werewolf bodyguards, and I can’t stop worrying that some deranged blood
sorcerer is going to send demons after me.”
My aunt nodded. “I completely understand.”
Then she left.
I shook my head and went back to my bowl of cereal. The LaSalles were
a strange bunch.