Chapter 9

Conor carried in both suitcases, Brigitte carried in a big dog bed, keeping her right hand free, her gun hand I’d eventually learn. One of them always left their right arm free when they were with me.

In the house, Brigitte asked for my gun.

“Why?”

“I’m going to load it with silver bullets. If you have to shoot a human, silver will still kill him. If you have to shoot a werewolf, it has to be silver, or you’re probably dead. Most packs will want to keep you alive, but if you want to get paid, you need to breed with ours.”

I took it out of my purse and handed it over. She replaced the ammo and handed it back. Only one of the suitcases was clothes. The other one was a small armory. Two assault rifles, four automatic pistols, ammo for all of them.

The clothes did get put in the spare bedroom, even if no one planned to use the bed.

“Is it all right with you if we get naked?” Brigitte asked.

If I was going to hang around with werewolves, I suppos