Chapter 8: Human Monsters

Rowan

              “We found another one,” Tristan says as he steps into my apartment.

              Frowning with disbelief, I finish slipping on the t-shirt that I was going to wear before I heard the knock on the door.

              “Was it killed with the same ammo?”

              Tristan hands me a file with pictures and takes a seat on one of the kitchen stools. “Yeah, but this one has been dead a little longer than the one you found. Some guy was hunting deer or some shit and discovered it deep in the woods. Thankfully, the official that responded to his report was a supernatural being, so it was run through the Council instead of the human police. The pathologis