Chapter 31.2

“Let go of me, you dick.” I snatched my hand away. Why did he even give a shit?

He rang the doorbell, but it made the kind of ominous sound I’d only heard in Hammer House of Horror movies. “That thing arranged Lydia’s murder and the sacrifice of her wolf.”

I glanced over my shoulder at the dark-haired figure sitting in the front of the cab. “Why on earth would he have done something so cruel?”

“The details are murky, but if you know what’s good for you, stay away from Beowulf Kenneally.”

There had to be more to this story. For starters, Lydia looked alive and happy and in love with Fenrir. I was pretty sure that the shamaness up on the stage had been Gerrison’s wife, Aunt Sybil. But just because someone was in the living world didn’t mean they weren’t dead.

“If Wulfie was that bad, then why would Fenrir call him to transport us?” I asked.

“He wouldn’t risk any self-respecting shifter on such a dangerous task.”

I was about to remind Griff that Fenrir had sent us out while the demons we