The house was quiet until Leander arrived an hour later after I woke up. I killed the time in the library, going through books and learning about the history of werewolves until he came. The conversation with Gwen lasted for only a few minutes. I didn't question her any longer once she had told me that he hadn't hurt her, not once in the past year.

He wasn't lying. He had it under control-at least for himself.

"How are the injured wolves?" I asked him as he came inside the library and greeted me.

"They are better. The wounds heal up quick."

"And the ones that died?"

"I paid respects...