completely.”
“Shit.” Colin glanced at the body. He could search for an injection site, but imagining that someone had gone to the trouble to obtain the sort of paralytics it took to neutralize a werewolf just to leave a dead body in the backyard…
Of course, who’d go to the trouble to use magic to do the same thing, unless it was a message?
Jay heaved a sigh. “We’ll bury him near Quinn. How sure was Tammy that this had to be someone from Memphis?”
“Pretty damn sure,” Kaley said. “Is there a chance—?”
He cut her off. “I don’t know. You and Stella go break it to the others, okay? And keep them away from here.”
As the women backed away, Colin raked his hands through his hair and bit back a snarl. “I should have stayed here.”
“You couldn’t have seen this coming.” Jay swore softly. “Feel up to taking a trip?”
He didn’t want to admit how much, because the itch under his skin might be proof that he wasn’t made to stay in one place. “To Memphis? Someone needs to, and it might as well be me.”
“You can’t go alone. Where would you start?”
Colin shrugged. “Same place I always do, I guess. Hit my contacts, try to make a connection.” Even as he said the words, he knew they were wrong. They didn’t have time for him to crisscross Memphis, sniffing after clues in a town with a dozen packs and just as many sticky political situations. “Who the hell could I take, man? Zack’s not up to it, but he’d follow me just to slit my throat if I took Kaley back there.”
Jay glanced at the larger farmhouse. “He said Lorelei handled a lot of shit when Christian Peters had him locked up.”
Every muscle in Colin’s body tightened at the thought of Lorelei in Memphis. Lorelei in danger. “She’s a good leader. Smart. That doesn’t mean she needs to be wandering around in dangerous fucking territory again.”
“I wouldn’t call it wandering around. I’d call it recon.”
Colin ground his teeth. “Still dangerous.”
Jay shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over Phillip’s head and shoulders. “More dangerous than people dropping dead on our farm?”
Sighing, Colin forced himself to relax. “We can ask her, but I won’t pressure her into going back to the place where all this horrible shit happened to her. If I have to, I’ll do it the hard way.” Hell, he’d beat answers out of someone to keep Lorelei from hurting.
“I’m not heartless, Colin. Just determined to protect this sanctuary.” Jay looked around. “You talk to her. I’ll get Shane and a couple of the others to start a search. See if they pick up any scents that weren’t masked.”
“Wait, you want me to ask her?” Colin caught Jay’s arm. “Man, I barely got her past being pissed at me, and I don’t know if she’ll tell me the truth about whether she can handle this.”
Judging from Jay’s expression, he already considered it a distinct possibility. “Did I say determined? Try desperate.” He turned toward the house and started walking away. “Ask her, and we’ll see.”
Ask her. Colin had been raging at the existence of Lorelei’s imaginary dragons, and Jay wanted him to lead her back to the monster’s damn lair. Not that he doubted his ability to protect her—fuck, he’d raze half the wolves in Memphis if he had to—but the fighting wouldn’t make her feel safer.
Probably. Hell, maybe it would. Maybe Jay knew what he was doing and Colin’s instincts were shot to hell. Wasn’t that why he’d agreed to follow Jay to begin with?
Unsettled, Colin waited until Fletcher arrived to oversee Phillip’s body before leaving in search of Lorelei. He found her just inside the main farmhouse, seated at the base of the staircase.
Crouching down, he met her gaze. “You okay?”
She didn’t answer. “Are they here like Tammy said?”
“No,” he said firmly. He touched her cheek and waited until her eyes focused on him. “Whatever happened, we’ll find out and we’ll