Witch's Hunger. Deborah LeBlanc

inside. “Absolutely.”

      He nodded, then lowered his eyes slightly. “The problem is not at the East lair. The problem is at the North compound, where you were this morning.” He hesitated and Viv signaled for him to continue.

      This time he looked her square in the eye. “There has been a breach in the North compound. We have at least a hundred and fifty Loup Garou dead. The front and back entries were wide open and there are many gaps throughout the fenced territory.”

      Gilly moaned and Evee gasped. Viv simply stared at him.

      “If a hundred and fifty are dead,” Evee said, her eyes wide with panic, “then that means at least two hundred might be loose in the city.”

      “Or dead farther back on the feeding grounds,” Jaco said. “I didn’t have a chance to check every inch of the territory.” He looked at Viv. “I had gone there to get Milan as I had been notified he was missing and suspected he would be near Stratus. I spotted the massacre as soon as I arrived. Did a quick check along the entire fence lines, then came here to let you know.”

      Viv nodded, feeling like someone had thrown a fifty-pound boulder into her stomach. “Go back to the North compound. I’ll meet you there and get this figured out.”

      Jaco nodded, turned on his heels, opened the front door and disappeared in a flash.

      As soon as the front door closed, Gilly whirled about and faced her. A cocoon of hot air wrapped tight around Viv. Always an indicator of Gilly’s fury.

      “Viv François,” Gilly said in a low, trembling voice. She took a step closer to her sister. “What the fuck have you done?”