Marriage First, Mate Second
I say, “You’re Ranger. It’s you. You’re the one hurting Hope.”
“Finally,” the witch says with a smirk, “Took you long enough to figure it out. What is it about little fluffy dogs that makes them appear so innocent?”
“You’re a skinwalker,” I say in amazement, “You’ve been here, making Hope sick all of this time. We’ve been looking for you everywhere, and you’ve been right here, trying to kill her!”
“Yes,” she replies, pulling on one of Hope’s sweatshirts to cover herself as she circles the room, “It’s been me all along. I’ve been waiting to take my revenge for such a long time. But it’s all been worth it.”