Unexpected Offers

[Bailey]

I saw Ian on the deck with the werewolf. They were talking like they knew each other. I suppose that was possible, since Ian had frequented all the places the werewolf was stalking for the last few months.

From where I sat on the lower deck, I pretended to read while I watched the men. Part of me was worried that Ian might blow our cover, but part of me was more worried that the werewolf would kill him. Not that I cared if Ian lived or died. It would just make killing the werewolf a little harder.

Killing a single werewolf wasn’t that hard if you knew what you were doing. If nothing else, I knew what I was doing when it came to killing. Nothing was holding me back from wanting to kill that monster.

Even if the info my uncle and great-grandfather had was wrong and he wasn’t the ……