Sure enough, the female human was dead, lying in the kitchen in a pool of blood. There was a butcher's knife sticking out of her belly and cuts marring her skin. Turk shoved everyone out of the kitchen and slammed the doors shut. Behind him, he heard Mazelina walking around, gasping here and there. He knew the human hadn't killed herself. She was too much of a happy girl to do so. She had friends and family within the pack, she had places to go where she had never been, and she had a life that had been nothing short of luxury.
"Turk, I don't know the girl very well, but she didn't seem the suicidal type."
"She wasn't," he bit out. Turning, he found his mate kneeling beside the body, scanning it.
"She didn't have cuts this morning," Mazelina added.
"Someone killed her," he said, going over to kneel beside her. "Lina, I know you aren't afraid of Marth, but it's possible he did this."
The she wolf glared at him. "If he did this, he's as good as dead!" she snarled.
