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Body found on August 4th—Jane Doe

- Estimated to be 20-25 years of age

- Found in Illinois on the Blue Moon/Crescent border

- Evidence of sexual assault—DNA samples taken from nails & mouth. Results due back 8/17

- Forced mark on the neck

- Broken neck

I took a shaky breath. Marking was a tradition that went out of style around the 1970s during the rise of feminism. The bite served no purpose other than to show ownership and, surprise-surprise, was only ever given to female wolves. Outside of fringe groups, very few wolves still practiced marking. I shivered, imagining just what this woman went through.

- No missing person’s report with her description

- No database hits on fingerprints/dental

- No missing women in the Crescent Pack. According to officials, all members are accounted for

- A piece of paper was found on the body withthe name Zach Cain and phone number 314-222-0234

- Called Cain

- Got a name—Grace Perkins

- He tried to report Grace as missing

- The sheriff has him as his number one suspect—I don’t see it

- He was heading toward Crescent, but I told him to go home

I shot out of my seat.

What the fuck? Why was Zach’s name and phone number on an unidentified dead girl’s body?

I tried to hold on to my trust in Dad’s judgment, but someone’s number on a murder victim never bodes well.

- Meeting set with Cain for 8/18 in St. Louis

Why hadn’t Zach ever mentioned that he had met my dad? I was getting more and more uneasy. Dad’s notes from the meeting with Zach were hard to read, but I was able to decipher parts of the chicken scratch.

Meeting with Zach Cain on August 8th

- Jane Doe=Grace Perkins

- Crescent Pack

- Daughter to the gamma (gamma claimed no missing daughter)

- Met on a business trip to CP

- Mates

- Gamma Perkins disapproved

Mates? Another fucking mate?

I’d gone my whole life knowing only one mate pair, Aiden’s parents. Mates just didn’t happen, yet here I was in the middle of a mate-a-palooza. Life was playing a cruel joke on me. I was like the guy who worked at the gas station that sold all the winning lottery tickets but couldn’t win himself.