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bottle and a couple of deep
breaths before I could answer. Looking into the woman’s memories
had affected me a lot more than Amy Harper’s had.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. This woman hasn’t
been dead long, her memories were strong,” I said with heavy
breathing.
    “Did you get a name or location?”
Micah asked.
    “I saw the name Bridget Downing on her
camera bag but I’m not entirely sure if that was her name. She was
in a park at first, but then it changed, and all I saw were
incoherent memory flashes.”
    Wyatt thought for a minute and then
said, “You said she hasn’t been dead long?”
    I nodded my head with complete
certainty.
    “I think we should change and try to
catch a scent. The murderer’s scent will still be strong enough and
if we’re lucky, they could still be around somewhere,” Wyatt said
to Micah. Micah nodded and began to take off his clothes, with
Wyatt mimicking his actions. The change from human to werewolf
always played hell on their clothes so they stripped to avoid
having to replace the damaged ones.
    I regained my footing and picked up
Aura’s pet carrier. I petted her head and told her she was a good
girl. She rewarded me with a head nudge and loud
purring.
    Micah and Wyatt were already stripped
down to their boxers and I averted my gaze from their exposed skin.
I didn’t want Micah getting the wrong idea, should I enjoy the view
too long. Both of their bodies were impressive. Broad shoulders
that tapered to a thin muscled stomach and strong muscular
legs.
    “Am I done here?” I asked.
    “Yeah, we’ll be awhile so you can head
home. You okay to drive?” Wyatt asked.
    “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, waving off
his concerns.
    “Okay, thank you, Gwen. We’ll see you
tomorrow.”
    I said my goodbyes and headed for my
Jeep. Once I got in the driver’s seat, Wyatt and Micah were already
transformed into wolves. Wyatt, in wolf form, was a rich brown
color with red hints to his fur, while Micah’s wolf form was a
caramel color with white decorating the tip of his tail. Seeing his
wolf brought sad memories back to me that I quickly kicked to the
curb, before starting my Jeep.
     
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    Once back home, I hopped in the shower
to ease the tension of my vision. I had only experienced it that
strongly one other time, and I wasn’t looking forward to it
again.
    The images of her memories occupied my
mind while the hot water pounded against my back. I tried to
remember more details but they happened too quickly. Whoever had
killed her hadn’t wasted anytime, which wasn’t good; it meant they
needed more of their supply.
    Wyatt had said that brew was
addictive. If that was the case, then this dealer had a strong
following already. Nausea set in my stomach at the thought of their
supply being the very blood that ran through my veins. I hadn’t
ever been bitten by a vampire and now I was dating one. My fear
made me question whether I should break all ties with Aiden, but
that was my anxiety running wild with my thoughts. Supposedly brew
only affected young vampires and Aiden, at 315 years old, posed no
threat to my blood or me and made the thought vanish from my
cluttered mind.
    I sauntered out to the kitchen in my
bright blue robe and almost got hit upside the head with a Pepsi
can. Fiona cringed at the near miss. I blew out a breath and shook
my head, opening the fridge to get my own Pepsi.
    “Sorry,” she said. I waved off her
apologies and sat at the table with her. She was flipping through a
bride catalog and I arched my eyebrows with worry.
    “Don’t tell me Liam popped the
question already? Just because your father says you should be
married doesn’t mean you automatically have to. At least date the
guy for six months before you say yes,” I said, worried my best
friend was making a monumental mistake.
    “Will you relax? I’m looking for a
dress for the Founder’s Gala, geez, Gwen,” she said. I silently
thanked God and sent her an embarrassed smile, “Sorry. I