36

“You catch a whiff of that, Night?” Dom asked.

“Of course I do.” My response was little more than a growl. If there had been any doubt in my mind that this was Troy’s doing, his scent all over this nursery banished it.

I stepped inside the nursery and tried to find the source. Blood covered the walls and floor. Bits of fur and hair, claw marks, ripped drawings and homework, demolished furniture…it was clear there had been a huge struggle.

“Either the son of a bitch came to do this himself,” I said, “or he had his army leave his fur here.”

“Either way, he wanted us to know he was behind this. Sick fuck,” Dom said.

We walked through the nursery and out the back exit. Bodies covered in white sheets lay on the ground. Undoubtedly, these were the women who had defended the nursery. It was a miracle no pups had died or been taken. Neither of us wanted to go through the carnage that was the inside of the nursery again, so we walked around the outside of the cabin to get to the front. Birchen