Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

Zeke

“Fuck,” Qyle muttered, ruffling his hand through his hair. It was the most serious I had seen him. If the situation were any different, I'd have teased him.

“Who do you think is behind it?” He added, looking at me contemplatively.

“I'd be fucked if I knew.” I hated this. Hated the fact that the situation was spiraling out of control. And there was nothing I could do about it.

The deaths at Weasels were becoming more and more serious. I knew because I went there last night. And I was being truthful if I said I hated what I saw.

“Do you think a rogue is behind it?” He asked me.

I didn't miss a beat. “The nature of their wounds before their death is similar to that of a rogue's. But we all know that rogues can't perform spells. Or mask their trails. And I think-” I trailed off, and looked at him, knowing he'd understand.

“You think the creature you met in that alley is tied to all of these.” He finished off for me.

“I hate it that my father isn