Werewolf Lovers

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before

Heath Gale and Rhett Salem, Talen turned the names over in his mind as he reviewed the details that Tony had sent through to him on his laptop. In one of those twists of little towns, Heath Gale owned the firm that handled some of Zeus’ legal work. A lawyer.

Well, that explained the expensive suits and impeccable grooming.

Young, he observed, lifting his eyebrows as he saw the date of birth. Young and rich. The rich wasn’t a surprise, most of the werewolf families did well by themselves, but this young man did better than most. Lived just outside of Havermouth, in a heritage home owned by another pack family, the Edison’s.

Rhett Salem, the sexy tattoo artist, owned the tattoo parlor in town and made more than a decent living from the business, though the bulk of his wealth had been inherited.

“Hmm,” Talen tilted his head and flicked back to Heath’s file.

They lived at the same address. Interesting. But not necessarily remarkable, he decided. Young men ofte