CH. 14 NEVER SAFE

Nora’s POV

NINE YEARS LATER,

I took another photo of the bloody corpse, feeling a gush of nausea in my stomach. The smell of rotting flesh and organs was overpowering, and I had to fight the urge to vomit. I hated my newfound job, but I had to do it, it was my passion. I was now a forensic photographer, and I was the best in the Stormchaser Pack. I had a reputation for capturing every detail.

This case was personal, the victim was a man I knew, a man I had worked with. He was a photographer like me, and he had been investigating the Claw killer, the most wanted criminal in the pack. He had been close to cracking the case, but he had paid the ultimate price.

I looked at the man next to me, who was holding a clipboard and a pen. He was Zane, my newfound friend and colleague, he was a detective who had been helping me and my twin sons for the past nine years. He was tall and muscular, with a confident posture and a charming smile. His blond hair was tousled and shiny, framing his han