All Chapters of I INHERITED A WEREWOLF PROBLEM: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next morning, I called Zeke with a question I probably should have asked before agreeing to become the supernatural equivalent of a marriage counselor."Where do the werewolves live?"There was a pause. "Good morning to you, too.""Good morning. Where do the werewolves live?""Why?""Because I'm trying to negotiate a peace agreement with people I've barely met. I've spoken to Wyatt twice, and both conversations made me want to hit him with something. I'd like to hear from someone else.""You need to speak to Wyatt.""I have spoken to Wyatt, you know that. He punched you, remember?""I remember.""So where do they live?"Zeke sighed. "A few miles east of your cottage. There's a road branching off the old logging route."I grabbed a pen and wrote down his directions."Alora, don't go there alone.""Thank you, Zeke.""Alora.""Talk later!"I hung up before he could ruin my morning with any more sensible advice.An hour later, I was driving down a narrow road surrounded by trees, wond

I woke to the sound of someone moving around in my kitchen.For a few seconds, I lay perfectly still, listening. A cupboard opened. Something clinked against a plate. Then came the unmistakable sound of a knife cutting through something.I reached for my phone. If someone had broken into my house, I was going to be extremely annoyed. If they were stealing Grandma's good silverware, I was going to be violent.I crept downstairs, keeping close to the wall. The kitchen light was on.Wyatt stood at the counter, cutting himself a generous slice of banana bread. My banana bread. The banana bread I'd left at his community yesterday.He glanced up as I appeared in the doorway."Want some?"I stared at him."First Zeke breaks in, and now you? Does nobody in this forest understand how knocking on doors works?""I did knock, and you didn't answer, and your door was locked.""THAT'S THE POINT. How did you get in?""Window."I looked toward the kitchen window. It was open."You climbed through my

I drove straight from the funeral home to the Huntsmen lodge.I probably should have gone home first. I could have taken some time to think about what Nathan had told me, or more accurately, what he had very deliberately refused to tell me. But I really wanted to talk to Zeke. The fact that he was becoming the person I went looking for when something went wrong was something I chose not to examine too closely.I parked beside the lodge and climbed out. The rhythmic thud of an axe came from somewhere behind the building. I followed the sound around the side and stopped.Zeke was chopping wood. His sword and jacket rested on a nearby bench, and the sleeves of his shirt were pushed up to his elbows. His long hair was tied back, and he brought the axe down hard enough to split the log cleanly in two.I watched him pick up another piece. Then another. This was an entirely unnecessary amount of upper body movement for a conversation I was supposed to be having about my dead grandmother.He

By the time I got back to the cottage, the adrenaline had worn off enough for me to realize that walking toward the sound of an angry werewolf had been a terrible idea.A successful terrible idea, but still.I made coffee and sat at Grandma's kitchen table with her red notebook open in front of me. Under my growing list of things I apparently needed to know to prevent everyone in the forest from murdering each other, I wrote:What happens when someone crosses a territory boundary?Then: Drawing swords probably makes things worse.I considered that. Claws also make things worse.There. Diplomacy. Grandma would have been proud.A knock came at the front door.I stared toward it. Someone had knocked. Actually knocked. Given recent events, that narrowed the possibilities considerably.I opened the door.Wyatt stood on the porch.I blinked."You used the door."His yellow-gold eyes narrowed. "You told me to.""I didn't think you'd actually listen.""Don't get used to it."He started to step

By late afternoon, I'd stared at the words WHO ELSE DIED? long enough to become personally offended by them. So I decided to call Zeke.He arrived twenty minutes later with his sword strapped across his back.I opened the door and looked at it. "Really?""What?""The sword."He glanced over his shoulder. "You called me.""For a conversation.""You live in a supernatural forest. Of course I brought my sword, Alora." He smiled as he stepped inside.Unfortunately, I liked his smile significantly more now that I knew what his mouth felt like. That was inconvenient."Coffee?" I asked."Sure."I headed toward the kitchen before I could stare at him long enough for him to notice. Grandma's notebook was open on the table.Zeke stopped when he saw it. "What happened?""Why do you always assume something happened?""Because something usually has."Fair.I poured coffee into two mugs. "I talked to Wyatt."That got his attention."He came here this morning."Zeke's expression darkened. "Did he us