Page 14 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

Someone has been getting away with killing for far too long.

I have to do something about it.

Whatever it takes.

5

KAT

It’s only when I’m parked outside the library on my old college campus, windows down, watching and listening to the cops standing on the stone steps near the library that it hits me how little I knew about Cristofer.

He was nice, but I was always careful to avoid getting too close to anyone so they didn’t learn what I was. Doug changed that. I never expected to fall in love.

Now Doug is dead, so is every single guy I dated.

The cops milling around are proof that Rachel was right. Cristofer is missing. They slowly search the ground with flashlights. Proof they don’t view this as someone going missing.

They’re looking for evidence he’s dead, killed by the same wild animal who they suspect has been killing all the men I’d paid more than a little bit of attention.

Aside from the fact that Cristofer worked as a library technician and suffered from terrible allergies, I didn’t know much about him. He was a couple of years older than me, twenty-four, I think. But if he told me that, it was so long ago that I forgot.

I didn’t know if he’d been a student at the school before he started working here, but I don’t think so. He didn’t have a lot of friends and seemed as much of a loner as I am. It’s why I always made time to speak to him.

I don’t even know if he had a girlfriend, though, given he’d asked me out a few days ago, the answer to that question is probably no.

And I didn’t know why someone had decided I liked him enough—or maybe he liked me?—for them to kill him.

What do you think?I ask my wolf as I relax in the leather seat of my car, hands on the steering wheel. They’re still a little greasy from the bucket of chicken I inhaled, but that doesn’t matter.

I know what my wolf is going to suggest before her growl fills my head.

Hunting.

It’s a good idea, but it comes with risks.

My gaze sweeps across the quad, picking out the police and campus security guards among the few students hurrying to get to class. There are more than ever before. More teachers are out as well, frowning as they traverse the quad. Everyone seems troubled, and they have a right to be. Regardless of what the police do, it won’t stop the murders.

The murders all come back to me. All of them.

The person killing is a shifter like me and the Wolf King.

He materializes at night, kills someone, and just… melts away again.

I haven’t caught the scent of a shifter on campus except me.

So, how are they doing it?

Whois doing it?

It can’t be the Wolf King who grabbed Cris. He was still in Burning Wood when the murders started, and even if he were the one to kill Cris, he had no reason to. We’re mates, he says. He wouldn’t view Cris as competition. He has a big enough head that he likely wouldn’t view anyone as competition.

Aren had stood in the parking lot outside my apartment for a long time. I’d caught him staring up at me, his handsome expression thoughtful.

I’d told myself to leave him to his stalker tendencies and shower, eat, and get the rest I’d needed after an exhausting day.

But I’d stood there, far longer than I should have, until the Wolf King’s face twisted in irritation, and he’d turned away from my window and climbed into his car—a matte black Jeep, a newer, fancier version of the khaki one I’d stolen and dumped on the side of the road.

A Jeep that Finan, his beta, said they hadn’t been able to recover. The Wolf King must not be hurting for money to go out and immediately buy a brand new jeep, since those things have to cost upward of thirty or even forty thousand dollars. So, how can he afford it?

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