Ann sat in a stunned silence as she tried to comprehend what they were telling her, her heart shattering as Maeve whined mournfully in her head.

　　"But… why?" Ann asked as they filled her in on what they knew so far.

　　"We don't know the answer to that yet. But if my twat of an uncle is involved, then it's nothing good." Lexi answered morosely.

　　Ann glanced up at Felix, who despite being obviously devastated by his wife's uncertain demise, was holding it together pretty well.

　　"If the scent of Aoife's blood wasn't overpowering everything else in the room and driving my wolf insane, then I would have been able...