Chapter Nineteen

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Werewolf

I study the damage around me. 

"Elias?"

"Dead, boss," one of my men replies. "She did a number on him."

"And yet that one is alive," I mutter in distaste, glancing at Ozark, who is sitting up now.

"She was crazy, Clyde!" Ozark hisses. "A tiny wisp of a girl and she just threw Elias like he weighed nothing."

"There are two of them," I study him. "What about the other one?"

He shakes his head, "Weak. No, it's the older one who's special. But they looked different from what Gustav described. Hair and eye color didn't match his description, but it matched the description of the two girls who have bounties out on them."

I stare at him, considering his words, "Why didn't you shift to take her down?"

"I did!"

He doesn't look like he's lying.