"...I'm sorry you went through that." Chris exhaled, holstered his gun and let his hands drop to his sides. The words hit hard and he couldn't quite muster the old attitude.

Not right now, not when they were alone. "I was hoping to find someone unrelated to your family. That sign isn't exclusive to the Hale pack.

But I'm wrong, aren't I, Laura?" He looked up, his eyes meeting hers.

"...Tell me that it's one of the others. Someone else with a grudge against this town, against people here."