Chapter 76

The street dea**rs, when questioned or paid, often gave up information. Joel was sure at least one of them would know who had the source. The witches were disjointed in some ways and tightly knit in others. The wolves were sure there was someone out there with the information they needed.

"Back when there were rogue packs," Anthony said, "we started to notice the dea**rs scatter when we got close. I'm afraid there are still dea**rs out there; they are just hiding from us. They seemed to know the difference between human and wolf or pack from rogue."

I snorted involuntarily and everyone in the room looked at me.

"You don't look human," I shrugged, "and your security team looks like security."

Anthony and the rest of the warriors were built and carried themselves with a military stance. Even the women that were part of the security team moved with the grace and confidence of trained killers. It would be difficult to not think they were involved in some sort of