Chapter 68

• As I made my way down the familiar path toward the cabin, the air carried a distinct chill, though the evening was calm. My thoughts were tangled in the mess of the day—Henry’s death, the investigation, the poison. Everything pointed toward someone with both cruelty and cunning. Someone dangerous.
• Before I could enter the clearing, the faint cabin lights shone through the trees, and suddenly, an elderly voice stopped me in my tracks.
• “Alpha!”