Chapter 13

Callum didn’t like being around Jack’s colleagues. They made him uneasy. Not because they were bad people, but because they were good cops. And Callum had been a good werewolf up until a couple of years ago. He had seen things, and done things, and all they probably had to do was match his DNA with some cold case evidence. He had to tread softly, if he didn’t want his life ruined. His life that was now Jack’s, too. His life that was now their baby’s, too.

It wasn’t him alone on the line anymore, and in moments like these, though scarce enough, it scared him to think of the damage he could do to Jack, if something were to happen to him. It scared him to think how fragile the line was they were walking, and what the repercussions might be, if anything ever happened to either of them.

By now it was dark outside. Callum hadn’t switched on the lights, but he recognized Jack’s silhouette in the doorframe.

“Are you hiding?” Jack asked.

“Just enjoying a bit of quiet.”