I kicked my horse into a trot and scoured the woods in the early morning light. Trouble was he would’ve left behind some evidence. Wolves didn’t eat bones after all, but where’d he hide the damn carcasses? The sickly sweet scent of rot hit the sensitive lining of my nose and dread slammed against me like a storm wind. I kicked my horse again and shortly came to a clearing. The dead animals were covered in swarms of flies and two of them hadn’t even been eaten. They’d been killed just for the violence of it. I cursed and pulled a red handkerchief over my nose. Jeremiah was off the rails. What a fool I’d been to think he should let the wolf take over. Anna had been tortured, and of course Kristina’s treatment would trigger a break. And the wolf was the one who couldn’t let go of his mate. The men who’d killed Anna got away with it. We’d never been able to track them down, and it created some deep darkness inside of Jeremiah I hadn’t any idea how to tame. For as levelheaded as Jeremiah the man was, his wolf was an uncontrolled monster.
