CHAPTER 12

It had been a few months since Dean got his last solid lead on his quest to find his mother’s killer.

The last time he had received a lead of this caliber, he found himself all the way in Mexico, tracking down a skilled assassin who was, unsurprisingly, a werewolf. It had been one hell of a rollercoaster: tracking and chasing after him for weeks, rescuing a Nigerian ambassador’s daughter from his clutches, saving a cheating wife whose husband had put a price on her head, and eventually battling him on a beach in Cancun in the middle of the night. Regrettably, it was another dead end, as the assassin gave him no leads whatsoever. He had returned home once again without answers to the question that weighed heavily on his soul. And now, by a stroke of lady luck, a solid lead had landed right in his lap.

Dean had gone through Nicklaus’s report on scouting out the Red Claw pack. There were no discrepancies of note, and overall, it seemed like infiltrating their ranks shouldn’t prove too d