What if he was the killer? What if somewhere deep in his instinctive wolf brain his hatred towards me had taken the form of killing others of my kind?
That’s what a detective would think. That’s what I should think. But I couldn’t.
Writing some more of my sequel to Preying On Time, which is called Baying For Blood. Looking good so far. This is from the last bit of chapter seven entitled The Spotless Mind.
Prisoner zero has escaped