Murray and his blatant offer to bed me were the same level of honest attraction. Isaiah packaged his lust differently, but I could feel his unspoken interest in sharing my bed. The alpha werewolf would have spent some pleasant time with me as his pack member had with Lina, and then the werewolf would have moved right back to the human woman he was reading books for.

I looked away from Isaiah to the two men he’d brought with him. “What I have to say concerns the two of ya far more than Isaiah. Ya have a right to know that yer blood was taken as ya suspected and that someone used yer blood for a transfiguration ritual. There’s no guilt to feel. None of this was yer fault and ya couldn’t have prevented it. The women used something to keep ya unconscious.”

“How did you find this out?” Isaiah asked.

I turned my gaze to him. “Being a witch, I scryed for Lina using a personal item her mother gave me. What I saw in my vision was some magick ceremony. I could tell from the result that far more than werewolf blood was used to change the woman. Werewolf blood was just one aspect of the spell.”

I turned back to the two men Isaiah brought with him. “Lina Malcolm, the woman who slept with one of ya, got turned into a giant wolf with red demon eyes and horns. She became a creature ya might find in the Underdark rather than on Earth.”

The two men didn’t say anything. Both released long breaths and buried their faces in their hands. My sigh was loud. “I’m sorry, but ya needed to know. The spell caster said she was going to create more demon wolves so I need ya to watch out for each other and the rest of yer pack. All strange women are suspect until I get to the bottom of this.”

They nodded with sad expressions. I turned away to look at Isaiah to ease their discomfort. “Please put the word out for yer men to be careful choosing bed partners. They need to spot for each other and to not fall asleep next to strangers. These precautions will be necessary until Conn and I solve this.”

“We’ll take your precautions,” Isaiah said firmly. He nodded at the guys. “Do you need to ask them anything else?”

A week ago I might have, but I’d already invaded their privacy in ways they wouldn’t have appreciated if they knew.

I shook my head no.

When the coffee came, the two men took their to-go cups, mumbled thanks, and then left Isaiah to make their excuses.

I frowned as the door closed behind them. “I’m sorry if I upset them. Maybe I was too blunt.”

Isaiah chuckled. “You were being honest. Ignoring this won’t make it go away.”

I nodded that he was right. “I wish I could tell ya I was closer to answers, Isaiah, but I’m not. My powers let me see a whole lot of things, but I never saw where all of it took place. The only thing concrete was the motel where yer men spent the night with the women. Even then, I didn’t see the name of the place.”

“Are you going to scry for it again?”

I shook my head. “No need. Wherever it’s at, there’s a permanent sacred space and some wards keeping it a secret. There was a sacred circle that the spell caster opened and closed as if it cost her nothing magickal. Only the most powerful witches have that ease.”

“Is she a bad witch?” Isaiah asked.

“She’s a powerful spell caster. I’m not sure if she’s a real witch. The witch part is still undetermined.”

“Is she more powerful than you?”

“Let’s hope not,” I said.

The door swung open, and Rasmus walked inside. He saw me at the table with Isaiah and walked straight to me. I heard the barista muttering, “Unbelievable,” but wasn’t in the proper mood to enjoy her ongoing frustration.

Rasmus was looking at the werewolf with hate in his gaze. I cleared my throat to get his attention and shook my head. He looked only at me as he sat in the chair closest to mine. “Conn told me where to find you.”

I inclined my head to the alpha wolf. “This is Professor Isaiah Mont. It was two of his pack members who had their blood stolen. They left a few seconds before ya walked in here.”

Rasmus nodded. He turned his gaze to Isaiah and held out a hand. “Sorry. I’m suspicious by nature. My name is Rasmus. I work with Aran and Conn.”

Isaiah declined the extended hand and instead leaned back in his chair. “It’s also my nature to be cautious around any creature I can’t identify. Touching you seems like it might be a little too dangerous for me.”

Rasmus lowered his hand and smirked. “Don’t feel bad, wolf. No one’s been able to identify what I am. I was created by unknown hands and given gifts I’m still learning to use. But I wouldn’t harm a client or someone trying to help us. You and your pack are safe with me. It’s Aran and Conn you need to fear.”

Isaiah studied him a moment before he leaned forward and extended his hand. Rasmus shook it quickly and let it go, then turned to me again. “Why does Conn insist on visiting that weird hair shop?”

I grinned as I answered the question. “Because the Wu Shaman owns it and Mulan is still avoiding him. Conn feels closer to her at the hair shop because that’s where he met her.”

Rasmus shook his head. “Why doesn’t he just go see her? Either she’ll see him or she won’t.”

“Why do wolves howl at the full moon?” Isaiah asked, joining our conversation.