Chapter 47

Quinn

I stayed in the hospital until the morning of the full moon. Serenity kept coming back, every night at the same time, to continue our healing sessions. Every time, I wished for death. The last one was the worst, and I told Troy that I wouldn't do it again. I'd rather die.

To my utmost relief and surprise, Serenity agreed.

The city was in an uproar, and most people chose to stay home while the police searched for the bomber of Club Ninety-Nine. On the morning of the full moon, they came by to question Troy and me. He tried to prepare me for the interview, but I was a twitchy, nervous wreck by the time to detective shoed up.

Troy did most of the talking. He was just vague enough not to give the existence of werewolves away, but still answered as honestly as he could. “My fiancée’s grandfather has a grudge against her family. Look him up. Xander Shelby. I’m sure you’ll be…enlightened by what you find,” Troy told the detective.

“Do you expect me to believe Miss Maree’s own grand