Chapter 40: The Truth
“I don’t know anything about that,” Maggie says, her tone cold. “My friend, to my knowledge, has never killed anyone.”
“I’m not saying you knew,” Nick says, “but I know I’ve smelled that scent before. It was in the alley, where I was being shot at.”
“Who is this person?” I ask. “The killer was a man in his twenties, sort of average looking.”
“A lot of people would meet that description,” Maggie points out.
“We didn’t get a great look at him.”
“Yet you seem sure you got a good whiff of him.”
“Where does this guy live?” Nick asks.
“I’m not going to tell you,” Maggie says.
“Yes, you are.” I look her in the eye. I understand now what people mean when they say eye contact is a challenge when it’s coming from a wolf. If she could lead us to, and is covering for, the man who killed my mother...
“You mean to challenge me, wolf?” Maggie scoffs. “You are a banepup indeed if you think you can defeat a witch of my power. I could strike you down before you finished shifting.”