Chapter 13: Something's Not Right

NATHAN

I watched Rhea from across the table as she made more flirty remarks, all but naked in her deep plunging neckline dress. I sat back, expressing interest in whatever the heck she was saying. I needed her to keep talking. Which she did. A lot of endless chatter.

And not once did she let slip what I needed her to.

Rhea worked as a bar attendant just for the fun of it at night. Her father was a highly respected councilman, but she'd never taken to any other means of earning a living. She lived off a plush trust fund, and worked at the underground bar, Phantasm, where our kind hung out, mostly for the free drinks.

The bar was a playground for creatures of the night. And it was one of the special ones. You only got in with special access.

Our investigations on Jordan's death had yielded the tiniest bit of information. Some witches had messed with the packs around. Newly turned wolves precisely.

I hadn't cared when I'd heard witches were causing trouble for the other packs, but