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Jules at those words and he graciously took Jack’s
hand when he leaned over to offer a handshake.
    “You don’t believe
how much those words mean to me,” Jules told him.
    “I’m actually glad
to meet you. We’ve really been worried about Pat lately. Plus, Derrick has this
stupid urge to always want to take care of people. I was starting to get pissed
off by how much time he was spending with Pat,” Jack said pointedly, ignoring
Pat’s annoyed growl.
    “Jealous, aren’t
you?” Derrick appeared from the bedroom. This time, he was thankfully dressed
in a faded pair of jeans and a plain black shirt.
    He affectionately
ruffled Jack’s hair. The smaller man scowled at him, but Jules noticed it was
an affectionate scowl.
    “Too bad I’ve just
baked a batch of fresh sugar-free brownies,” Jack said in a sullen voice. “I
think I’ll just give them to our neighbors, or feed them all to Pat.”
    Pat sniffed indignantly on Jules’s lap, clearly insulted.
    “Of course you won’t. Not when you’ve obviously slaved away in the
kitchen all morning just to surprise me.” Derrick ruffled his hair, ignoring
his thin growl.
    “Some thanks I got. You never even returned with the groceries I
asked you to buy. Instead, you brought home these two scraggy dogs,” Jack
huffed.
    It was slightly humorous watching the pair squabble like any
domestic couple, and they made Jules a little envious. He’d kill to have
something stable like that again, to come home knowing someone special was
waiting for him.
    From the positive
energy jumping between their beasts, it was obvious that the two of them were
happy and content with each other. Jack stood so Derrick could sit. He perched
on the arm of the chair like a teenager, leaning against his mate. Derrick
didn’t seem to mind. He slid his hand to the back of Jack’s neck and squeezed
it affectionately. Jules just wondered if the armchair could take their
combined weight. Derrick looked like a giant sitting on a child’s seat.
    “I’ve informed
Carlos about the murders,” Derrick said finally, meeting Jules’s eyes. “He’s
calling in a pack meeting, but he wants to talk to you after the meeting.”
    “I’m guessing that
I’m not invited to that meeting?” Jules asked warily.
    He’d heard of
Carlos Medina. He didn’t like some of the stories he’d heard about the New
Haven Alpha. From Derrick’s careful tone, he suspected that some of the stories
he heard were true. There was a reason why most of the werewolf packs around
the region steered clear of New Haven.
    Carlos and his vicious
enforcers weren’t known for being tolerant. They didn’t like strange wolves and
newcomers on their land and were known for taking the law in their own hands.
Normally, Jules would’ve thought that whoever was killing shifters in New Haven
was foolish, but he knew this killer was different. This killer wasn’t just
run-of-the-mill stock and even the New Haven pack would have trouble with him.
    What really
concerned him was how it all felt like a specially laid out trap for Pat. He
couldn’t imagine Pat being a threat to anyone, but then it was useless trying
to understand the warped logic of a killer who didn’t appear to have any
motives.
    “No. He did tell
me that you’d better not skip town by the time we deal with this killer,”
Derrick said.
     
    “Tell is such a
polite and civil word. Warn is what you really mean, don’t you?”
    Jules felt Pat
grow still and quiet on his lap. He looked down to see a pair of pained amber
eyes looking up at him. Was Pat worried he’d just skip town? A part of him, the
lone wolf part of him, wouldn’t have hesitated to make a quick and hasty exit,
but things were different now. Not because he found Pat, but because he finally
found what he was looking for—the bastard that killed Cole.
    There was no
mistaking the killer’s work. From the custom-made silver wolf traps to the
secret hideaway, the hidden killing place in the woods no one