Nefretiri
"How do they have your diary?" Luke stared at the bookshelves with a dark expression. "Is that all they have?"
"No clue," I rub the back of my head, feeling a headache forming. "We'd have to check everything."
"And I thought what we found in the mines was bad." Luke sat down on one of the chairs, leaning his head back on the wall. "These fuckers are getting aggravating."
Luke had gone straight to the mines when he'd arrived to see the extent of what Vince had shown us on his phone. The pack was doing a more thorough search, and they'd found a lot more than we'd expected. Fletcher was building a home down there. Whatever he'd been promised by the witches, it had made him paranoid enough to want to move underground. Something that for a werewolf was unheard of. We weren't talking about a cave, which would be more plausible. I meant in the mines.
By looking at Luke's new photos, Fletcher was already living there.
