Cat McKenzie, Book 4
My name is Cat McKenzie, and I thought wood sprites weren’t a thing.
Apparently, they are. Fun fact: they enjoy eating carrion which was how I discovered the body of a hunter in the woods. The local werewolf pack confirms it’s a bad wolf doing the biting.
Add two more to the body count and we have a furry serial killer on our hands.
Life can’t be as easy as that though. From new recruits at PIG to questions about mine and my sexy-as-sin partner’s connection, I’m left trying with more questions than answers.
Murderous will-o’-the-wisps, dryads and a thieving harpy… could life get any crazier?