Chapter 11: I was form’d; flesh of thy flesh. – IV, 441
Catching sight of himself in the rearview mirror has him wishing he’d gone for a haircut, but considering he’s lucky to have time to shave most days, he reckons he’s doing alright. Regardless, he pulls the hair tie off his wrist and goes to town taming his hair into something resembling human as opposed to a feral cat.
“Will!” Agent Varma flags him through the windscreen.
He gets out, locking the car behind him, but can’t stop fidgeting nervously all the way into the sheriff’s station. Neither of them is meant to be here. Gabriel hasn’t been caught, and his followers are still wreaking absolute havoc all over the world.
Just yesterday, they’d coordinated with two of Will’s friends, Carter and Alex, who had found twelve panther-shifters slaughtered in a cathedral in Spain. Carter had called to ask if Will knew how to deal with rowan poisoning, since Alex had been shot. Things are very far from handled.