Rafiel Trall said, leaning over the table and keeping his voice low, “a series of deaths in town. Well, at least they’re classified as deaths, not murders. Bodies have been found . . . bitten in two.”“Bitten?” Kyrie asked, while her thoughts raced. Only one kind of thing could bite a person in two. Well, maybe many kinds of things, but in the middle of a city like Goldport, almost for sure all of those things would be shapeshifters. People like her. Tom had said that there weren’t that many out there. But there were three of them and the triad. Were there more? And if so, what was calling them to Goldport?“Bitten,” Rafiel said, and his teeth clashed as he closed his mouth, as though the words had been distasteful for him to say. And he held his teeth clenched too, visible through his slightly parted lips. “Our forensics have found proteins in the bites that they say are reptilian but not . . . not of any known reptile.”He sat up straight and was silent a moment. “The theories range wildly,”
