Chapter Seventy-Five
The door opened and shut but I did not bother to see who it was. I can smell Harley, anyway. He just got back from the crime scene. I bit my fingernails from the nervousness I feel inside.
What did he find out? Is it a shifter? A regular wolf? Damn it!
I did not bother looking at Harley when I felt his presence in the living room. Pretending that I was watching TV, I stopped biting my nails and inhaled slowly.
“How’s everything out there?” I asked in a normal voice.
Harley exhaled loudly. “Just a wolf. Badly torn apart though.” he slumped himself down on the couch. “How’s the talk with the brother?”
I shrugged. “Just the usual.”
“Yeah, like I know the usual, right?” he said sarcastically.
I looked at him and squinted my eyes. Why was he so grumpy? “Someone twis
