The Full Moon Murders
Reyes stood near the doorway, arms crossed, eyes narrowing.
“You’re telling me we’ve got live werewolves out there,” he said. “Not rumors. Not files. Breathing, moving, tearing up my city?”
Evelyn didn’t blink. “Yes.”
Mason dragged a hand down his face. He’d spent years interrogating liars, killers, men who thought they could bluff their way through the law. Evelyn’s eyes held none of that. There was only truth there, sharp and unrelenting.
Before Reyes could speak again, the sound hit them low at first, carried by the storm, then sharper, closer. A howl. Not the kind you hear from a dog behind a chain-link fence, but something deeper, primal, enough to make the fluorescent lights overhead t
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