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“Thanks.” I blinked as my eyes readjusted, but I couldn’t miss the man’s uniform.
A cop. Perfect. And since I was the only one in human form, it was now my job to deal with him.
He slammed his door before making his way toward us. He was maybe a few years older than me. The uniform was a little too boxy to give an idea of his body shape, but from the way he held himself, I was reasonably certain he more than liked to work out. But I was mostly impressed by the way he took the scene in stride. It wasn’t every day a human stumbled upon a pack of werewolves howling over the remains of a young teen.
“Hi,” I said. “You okay with all of…” I motioned to the wolves.
“Aye. The McTavish family has lived in this town for generations. We all knew of werewolves, even before you Yanks ended up on the telly with our Donovan. It’s part of being allowed to live here.” He motioned to the body. “What’s happened? Who killed this boy?”
“We didn’t, that’s for sure, but I can’t say what did.”
“What can you tell me? Because I can’t jus
t let this slide.” The cop motioned to the gruesome scene at our feet. “This bit of town is all on CCTV.”
Shit. That was bad. “I’m not sure what happened. I wasn’t here.” I wasn’t sure what I should tell him, but I didn’t know that much anyway.
“Well, who can tell me something?”
Great. Fighting with a cop in Ireland was so not my job. Once I was in this pack, we were going to do some serious emergency training. Any help? I asked Donovan through the bond.
Wolf-Donovan headed toward the car. Thank God.
“Where’s he off to?”
“Donovan’s going to shift. He’ll be back in a second.” I sighed. “Look. I don’t know what happened. All I know is that this boy is gone.”
“It was a demon? Like one of those you fought in that chapel? They follow you here?”
I shook my head. “No.” But I understood why he might think that.
He crossed his arms. “How do you know it wasn’t a demon? You weren’t here, right?”
Shit. This cop was good. If I said anything, then he might want to investigate. I wasn’t about to open that can of worms. Donovan. Any chance you can hurry it up?
Just putting on some clothes. Stall the garda. I’ll be there in a second.
Great. “Would you take my word for it?”
“I’d rather hear what you know.”
Yeah, but I didn’t want to tell him anything. “So, nice weather tonight, huh?”
The cop—garda—gave me a long stare. Apparently, I was horrible at stalling.
“McTavish.” My mate jogged up beside me wearing a pair of sweatpants and a fleece. He was shoeless, though. Seeing his feet on the icy pavement made mine ache. “This is pack business.”
McTavish pointed at the body. Or what was left of it. “There’s been a murder in our town square. How is that not the business of the garda?”
Donovan said nothing. I wondered if that was the best approach, but I wasn’t about to question him.
“You can’t expect me to ignore this. Especially if it’s a danger to our town.”
“I don’t think any of this will affect your people, but just in case, we’ll be patrolling. Tell everyone they’ll be safe as long as they stay inside after dark. Once this is all settled, I’ll let you know.”
“That’s not good enough. The whole world knows of your kind now. You shouldn’t be leaving us out of this.”
Donovan patted his leg. His hand came away bloody. “Whatever did this is out there. I’ve got four injured Weres and one dead teen. Check your CCTV tapes and you’ll understand that it’s in your best interest not to get involved. This is very dangerous.”
