Chapter 32
“As for you, Molly,” Conall said. When she bit her lip, staring at the floor, he put his arm around her. “I owe you one. This would have turned out very differently for me, maybe for all of us, if you hadn’t played tug-of-war with Ulric’s tail.”
She blushed, whispering, “I couldn’t think of anything else to do.” Then she caught sight of the two dead wolves and shuddered. “Are we going to leave them here?”
“Nope,” Conall replied. “I think, yeah, we should drop the bodies at the edge of the pack’s territory as a warning to the others that there are some big-bads around who won’t take kindly if they try to retaliate by going after any shifters in the town who live as humans.”
“Sounds good to me,” Deke said. “Then, breakfast?”
“Yes, after which we’ll pay a final visit to the cemetery so the kids can tell their parents their deaths have been avenged. Then we’ll head home.”