The medical examiner, a werewolf named Dr. Evans who had a surprisingly gentle demeanor for a man who saw so much death, arrived next. He approached the body with a clinical detachment that I both admired and found unsettling.
They carried Adrian's body and put it into a body bag. The sight of it made my stomach turn. A life, extinguished. A future, stolen. A father, left to grieve.
"We should go," Dominic said, his hand on my back, guiding me towards the car. "There's nothing more we can do here."
I nodded, my feet moving automatically, my mind still reeling from the night's events. How did a perfect night turn into this in a matter of seconds? How did our happy bubble burst, leaving us with a grim reality?
We got into the car, the silence was heavy between us. I could feel the anger
