Page 8 of The Labyrinth
“You care about a boar?”
“I care about the person he or she was.”
“Interesting,” he murmured.“No, it wasn’t a shifter.It was just a boar that was destined to go to a wolf pack.Every part of the animal will be used to feed them.”
“Is that what you are?A shifter?”
“Yes.”
“So, wolves are ...werewolves?”
“Some people call them that.The pack I deal with doesn’t use that word.Too much bad connotation from Hollywood.”
“How many species are there?”
“More than you think.Wolves.Bears.Lions.Dragons.Even trolls.”
“Trolls,” she repeated.“Billy Goat Gruff or Lord of the Rings?”
“Seriously?”He shook his head.
“What?It’s a valid question.”
She saw that he tried hard not to smile.
“What the hell am I going to do with you?”he mused.
“Hey, I know the first rule of fight club is that you don’t talk about fight club.”
Deacon gave a little chuckle.“So it is.”
“Did Peter fight?”
“Humans aren’t allowed to fight.”
“But you said you knew him.”
Deacon hesitated.“Not directly.He used to come into The Gin Room on the arm of a woman named Shiel.”
“He never once mentioned a woman named Shiel in his emails.”
“Maybe you don’t know him like you think you do.”
Marion looked away for a moment, not wanting to admit that maybe Deacon was right.“How do I contact Shiel?”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Why?”she demanded.“She might know where Peter is.”
“Shiel is dangerous.”
“Dangerous how?”
“Ever heard ofvaranus komodoensis?”She shook her head.“Komodo dragons.”
“There are Komodo dragon shifters?”
“Like I said, lots you don’t know.”
