Chapter 44: Face of A Ghost

NATHAN

I watched as Erin went still; her face taking on a pale, shocked glow. That definitely confirmed that this was indeed Jared, her missing mate. The same male that I'd caught sight of in the warehouse, in the center of a ritual.

I was absolutely sure I had seen this guy get a knife plunged into him. A silver knife. And he'd even let out a pained scream that assured me the knife had definitely hit its mark.

What the fuck was going on?

This was not a freaking movie. It was real life. And werewolves certainly died a fast death when stabbed with a silver knife.

I watched as Erin seemed to recover from her shock. A brilliant fake smile spread across her face, her pearly whites gleaming as she ran to the guy with an excited squeal.

She jumped on him, legs going around him. Playing the perfect mate.

It was fucking amusing, really.

Lannon and Carolyn were right beside me, watching the boy with keen eyes.

Carolyn drew closer to me. "Is that him?" She whispered. "The one who's supposed