Free SEAL Wolf In Too Deep by Terry Spear Page A

wasn’t about to explain what she had told him if she hadn’t mentioned it to Rowdy.
    â€œSo sorry about your kinfolk seeing that murder scene today. I can imagine how horrified they must have been. With both being pregnant, I worried about miscarriages.”
    â€œThey were shook up, sure. After witnessing such a thing, they’re wary now, of course. Until we catch the murderer, it’s a big concern for everyone.”
    â€œI agree. I hope that I didn’t mess things up by butting in on your pizza night with Debbie. She was just so adamant, I couldn’t say no.”
    Allan shook his head. “Like Debbie said, it was nice getting to know a little more about each other off duty. After such a harrowing day, the evening went well, I thought.”
    â€œIt did, but I can bow out next time. I didn’t want to say anything in front of Debbie, but I can make excuses.”
    â€œI don’t have any problem with you having pizza with us.”
    â€œShe said you weren’t on a date.”
    â€œNo, we weren’t.”
    â€œThen you wouldn’t have any objection if I ask her out sometime?” Rowdy asked.
    â€œNot at all.” Allan told himself she should go out with other guys. They could be work colleagues and maybe even friends, but nothing serious could happen between them. And if she were dating a police officer, that might deter any lunatic wanting to kill werewolves.
    So why was he so annoyed with the idea?
    He dropped Rowdy off at the pizzeria so he could get his car and then headed back to the site of the woman’s murder. The location was two miles from Paul and Lori’s cabin, but he didn’t intend to disturb them tonight. Not unless he found something important related to the case.
    When he arrived as close to the scene as he could get, he parked on the logging trail and hiked to the killing site. He sniffed around the area in the dark, though he could see somewhat. He was mostly relying on his sense of smell. To his surprise, he smelled another wolf.
    Maybe a real wolf attracted to the blood? If it was a lupus garou , it was a male and unknown to Allan. And it was recent. The male hadn’t scent-marked the area, but his wolf scent was in the air. Allan would have shifted to see if the wolf had left a scent from his paw pads, but he couldn’t do it if the wolf killer was watching.
    Allan texted Paul with the news.
    Paul texted him right back: You’re at the site now?
    Yeah, just got here.
    Drop by the cabin when you’re through.
    Allan hadn’t wanted to alarm Lori, but he texted back: Sure.
    Lori was the pack leader too. She had to know everything going on with regard to the pack.
    Allan tracked the wolf’s scent trail for two miles into the wilderness. Snow covered the tracks, so Allan couldn’t tell if the wolf had been in human form or was a wolf. He thought if it had been a lupus garou , he would have headed for a vehicle parked on the logging road. But he hadn’t. He tracked it for another four miles and got another text. He checked it out.
    Paul had texted him: Where are you?
    Just tracking the wolf trail. I’m coming in. Be there in about two hours.
    I’m coming for you if you’re not back in two.
    I hear you.
    Allan headed in the direction of his car, his boots crunching in the snow. He told himself the trail had to be a wolf’s. Why would a lupus garou be running through their territory in the vicinity of a crime scene?
    He reached his car and paused, listening to the wind howling through the snow-covered branches. Then he got in and drove to Paul and Lori’s cabin. As soon as he parked, Paul opened the door. He was bundled up, looking as though he intended to search for Allan, which Allan hadn’t wanted. Not with Paul still on the mend. On a summer’s day, he probably could take a short hike. But in these snowdrifts and with his leg muscles and tendons still healing, no.
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