Shay asked one of his teams to drop me home. They were young and excitable, and I envied them. I hoped the things they saw didn’t twist them into cynics. The werewolves were in serious trouble. Esther and everyone who cared about her were in serious trouble. Both murders were similar and yet not close enough to have been perpetrated by the same person. I didn’t even know how to confront the werewolves, or warn them, about what had happened. Phoenix had said he could communicate with them, but I had only seen Icarus in his animal form except for the first time, when he was caged in a tiny cell. I wasn’t even sure if he could actually speak in his human form. I didn’t know how to warn the werewolves, but I could certainly warn Esther. The shifters would be on the warpath, and that alone put my friend in danger. I had called Moses and Carl at the second crime scene and given them both a quick heads up about Mac. Neither of them had sounded surprised, and both seemed even a little pleased.
