Book 7 The Lonely Wolf by Monica La Porta

for a minor named Lupo Solis, one of the renegade kids on my radar, and he was seen around the first lights of dawn near Claudius’s nest. I was told there was an attempted murder on the nest’s premises earlier this morning and that you were on the scene—” “Is your renegade a werewolf?” “Yes. Did you see him?” “I saw two werewolves. The younger of the two is big and tall, short dark hair, blue eyes—” Now that he thought about it, there was something regarding the boy that puzzled him but the notion was too elusive. Peter swore, then said, “That’s him. I hoped it was just a coincidence. The kid’s in enough trouble as it is, he doesn’t need attempted murder charges on top of his already long list of misdemeanors.” He swore again. “Did you notice anything else? Was he there against his will, maybe?” “No, I’m sorry. The kid wasn’t shackled or under drugs. But I noticed the two werewolves wore similar jackets—” Ludwig called forth the memories of the two. “Yes, they were wearing the same jacket, but inside-out.” “They belong to a gang then.” Peter paused for a long moment, then added, “This is terrible news.” “It gets worse.” Ludwig knew the demon was not only trustworthy, but also loyal to Quintilius and would share his concern to keep the alpha untouched by the shit storm brewing over his head. “Did the vampire die?” “No, he’s alive, but I found Quintilius’s clan pin on the premises.” Peter swore. “Does Quintilius know already?” “I informed him, and—” Ludwig couldn’t help but sha