Todos os capítulos de I INHERITED A WEREWOLF PROBLEM: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 27

The next morning, I sat at Grandma's desk with her red notebook, a cup of coffee, and a new determination to figure out why Thomas Hale had died. Preferably without kissing anyone. Yesterday had been distracting enough.I flipped backward through Grandma's notes, looking for Thomas's name. It took twenty minutes. Then I found it.Thomas stopped by. Reports movement along the eastern boundary again.I sat straighter. Again?I flipped forward three pages.Thomas believes someone is crossing after dark. Wyatt denies knowledge."Well, that seems relevant."Another two pages.Thomas asked me not to involve Ezekiel yet. Wants proof first.I stared at the entry. Thomas had been investigating something. Grandma had known about it. And apparently neither of them had told Zeke.I grabbed my own notebook and started writing.Thomas had been worried about activity along the eastern boundary before he died. Then he'd been found dead near Grandma's cottage, with injuries Zeke believed came from a w

By the time I got home, I had decided I was done with supernatural creatures for the day.I’d been chased through the forest by a Hollowling, discovered that Grandma had been keeping secrets from Zeke, and watched a creature with far too many teeth casually terrify an entire group of armed Huntsmen. I wanted a shower, dinner, and several hours during which nobody tried to kill me.Apparently, that was too much to ask.Someone knocked on my door. I considered pretending I wasn’t home. Then the knocking came again.“Alora. Open the door, or I will come in through the window.”“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I opened the door.Wyatt stood on my porch, looking as unpleasant as ever.“Why are you always here?”“We need to talk.”“No, we don’t. We’ve talked plenty. I’m actually considering putting a sign on my door that says NO WEREWOLVES, specifically because of you.”“I heard you encountered a Hollowling.”I stared at him. “Is everyone in this forest in a group chat except me?”“Tell me what happe

We left the hunting shelter with more questions than we’d arrived with, which was becoming a theme.Nathan had refused to tell us anything else, insisting he’d already said more than Grandma would have wanted. Zeke had suggested that withholding information about a dead Huntsman wasn’t particularly wise. Nathan had reminded him that threatening a funeral director was generally considered poor manners.Eventually, Nathan had left, and Zeke had taken another photograph of the stain before putting the floorboard back in place.Now we were walking toward his truck. Quietly, which was unusual for me, but I had plenty to think about.Thomas Hale might have been attacked somewhere other than where his body was discovered. Grandma had suspected someone was deliberately provoking a war between the Huntsmen and the werewolves. A Hollowling had been carrying one of her secret notes.And Wyatt thought I was his mate.That last one was particularly offensive.I made it another fifty feet before I

For once, my life was going exceptionally well.I was naked on my couch, curled up against a very naked Zeke, with a blanket draped over us and absolutely no intention of moving. His arm was around my waist, my head rested against his chest, and his fingers were lazily tracing circles over my shoulder.Just me, Zeke, and the pleasant discovery that my couch was considerably more comfortable when occupied by a handsome Huntsman.“I think we should stay here forever,” I murmured.“Sounds good.”“We’ll have to order food.”“Fine.”“And you’ll have to quit being a Huntsman.”“That might be a problem.”“Don’t ruin this with practical considerations.”He laughed and kissed the top of my head.I was just beginning to drift into a very satisfied nap when someone pounded on the front door. Not knocked. Pounded. Three enormous thuds that made me jump.“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”Zeke tightened his arm around me. “Ignore it.”From the other side of the door came a familiar voice. “I heard that!”I cl