Chapter 446

Quinn came up after around thirty minutes to let us know the food was ready. He saw Gretchen crying and knelt down in front of her. Another quality male. Gretchen had lived with Quinn for a couple years when she first moved to Maine. He liked her, liked her art, and was one of the few men alive who’d ever fucked her as human.

“Gretchen, what’s wrong?”

“Ingrid is dead.”

“How is she dead?” Quinn asked. Wolves did not die easily. Most of them died of old age.

“Darrell killed her,” I said.

He looked at Gerhard. “Is that fucking animal dead?”

“Escaped over the border to Canada, last seen headed to Hudson’s Bay.”

“That fucking rogue pack?”

“Best guess, yes.”

“Do Sasha and Rene know?”

“I just told them,” Gerhard replied. “Right before we told Gretchen.”

“Do you know who he is, Sean?” Quinn asked.

“I just learned.”