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He turned, following her gaze. She crossed the room slowly, picking it up. No name on the front. Just a plain white envelope, sealed.
She opened it.
Inside were photographs.
Dozens of them.
All of her.
And the boys.
Walking through the woods. Sitting on the porch. Laughing at the table. One of her brushing Danny’s hair back from his face. Another of Logan is asleep on her shoulder. Her carrying a basket of laundry down the stairs.
And every single one was marked with a thick red X across their faces.
Cassie’s breath caught. “What the fuck,” she whispered.
Rick was already moving toward her, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the photos. “Where did you get these?”
“I didn’t—they werehere. Just now. On my bed.”
Rick grabbed the envelope, flipping it over, sniffing it. His face darkened. “This paper was handled recently. The smell is definitely there, but loaded with anti-scenting chemicals. Someone’s been in this house. Someone who knows we’re shifters.”
Cassie’s skin crawled. She backed toward the door. “We have to call Felix—”
And then the window shattered.
Glass exploded inward with a sharp bang, and something small and metallic clattered against the floor.
Cassie barely had time to scream before a cloud of thick white gas burst out, enveloping the room.
“Get down!” Rick shouted, but the world was already spinning. Her legs gave out beneath her.
Rick tried to reach her, but he was stumbling too, coughing hard, his eyes red and watering.
Cassie’s vision blurred. Her knees hit the floor, then her shoulder.
The last thing she saw before blacking out was Rick’s hand reaching for hers, and the photographs scattered like fallen leaves across the floor.
Chapter 20 - Felix
The stench of blood, thick and sour, clung to both of them as they sped down the highway back towards Silvermist. Dane’s knuckles were white where he clutched the steering wheel, his dark eyes narrowed and focused on the road, his rage a palpable thing.
It had been something out of a nightmare. The forest floor littered with body parts, viscera seeping into the churned mud, and trees splashed with red. Felix had seen many horrors in his life. He had led men into battles, held his friends as they died, but this…this had been something else.
This had been a message.
They didn’t speak for miles. The engine hummed, the tires hissing against wet tarmac. Felix stared out the window, his reflection ghostly in the glass. He could still hear the droning of the flies. Still see the slashes. Still smell the rot.
Eventually, he spoke. “We were lucky.”
Dane gave a single nod. “He’s long gone. Whatever this was, he was testing the limits. Testing what we would do. This isn’t the end of it, but I don’t think he’ll show up again for a while. He’s plotting something, Felix, I can feel it.”
Felix growled, “He wanted us to find it that way. Wantedmeto find it.”
Dane’s jaw flexed.
“Red Teeth was always theatrical,” Felix muttered, “but this? This was art to him. A fucking show he put on.”
