The Pack's Secret Keeper
“When I visited him in the nursing home, said something about Oakridge Road, before he died. And I knew it was bad. So, when I saw him mentioned in the Secret Keeper’s bulletin, I thought I’d have a dig around… quite literally. Guess I wasn’t wrong, eh?”
She waited in her car until they decided that they had nothing to hold her on, and then drove away, turning her music up and humming along. “Ah, Havermouth,” she said as she passed back into the town’s official grounds – a border that she was confident the werewolf pack defined as much as the city boundaries did. “When you f-k with the person that keeps your secrets, you have to expect those secrets to come out.”
When she returned to the hou