Zephyra stared out one of the many large windows along the wall of Angie’s, listening to the general murmur of the lunch crowd as she waited for Brady to show up. She didn’t get why he wanted to talk about their past so much. It was giving her the urge to punch him. Despite the common belief, rehashing the past didn’t always give you closure or a way to move on. Nope. More times than not, it just made the old wound fester and bleed some more.

Zephyra saw Ophelia sit down at a small table. An idea struck her as she saw the fae. Ophelia had the gift of foresight. She may have seen something about the animals. “Hey, Ophelia,” Zephyra said, sitting down next to her and then waving at Max, her son.Ophelia gave her a knowing grin. “What

Trap marks? Zephyra’s eyes widened. “Shifters don’t need to use traps. They have claws and teeth for that.” He nodded, and it was her turn to frown. “So who are we looking at? It can’t be poachers. Nothing was missing, right?”Brady shook his head. “Nope. Fur, meat

As soon as Zephyra got home, she locked her doors and windows. She sent out a text to Ellie, letting her know she was home. Ever since the violence started to escalate, they had been texting each other every few hours just to make sure the other was okay, especially if they had to leave the house. Not that Zephyra planned on leaving the house much. She made sure that after dark she was at home. Tonight was no different; in fact, her only plan was to binge on Netflix until she fell asleep.

After Zephyra stopped by the police department, giving them her official statement, she decided it’d be best if she went to work even if she would only work a couple of hours. It would keep her busy until she could figure out what to do next.“Zeph? What are you doing he