ISLA'S POVThe waitress looked at me with one brow raised, then sat down and smiled. She seemed friendly, maybe even a little too accommodating. Glancing toward the other tables to make sure nobody else wasn't listening, she leaned in slightly."There was a mass murder last night. Twenty-seven wolves killed," she said, lowering her voice. "This morning, Alpha Dexter announced that his Beta, Dustin, was behind it. But honestly, I don't think he did it. My guess is there was a fallout between the Alpha and the Beta, and now the Alpha's out for blood. Which means the real killer is still out there... and the Pinewood pack just lost its best defender."She looked down at the table, clearly troubled."Why do you think your Alpha's wrong?" I asked. "Aren't you supposed to trust him?""You don't sound like you're from around here," she replied."I'm not. I've been travelling, looking for somewhere peaceful to settle down. Thought maybe
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