I could only hope and pray that it didn't come to that. Hopefully, if the Italian coven did come to Seattle, they would take care of the threat of exposure and leave immediately, thus leaving the wolves alone.
I stood from the couch with a huff and realized there was nothing else for me to clean. Sam was due back from work soon. I want to get information on wolves - real wolves - online before he gets home. Perhaps there's something that would work to capture and kill Victoria that the shifters weren't doing.
Or maybe I was just putting too much effort into something that was in reality, beyond my control.
After I put the rest of the cleaning supplies away and stored the vacuum in a side closet, I went to the laptop on the desk in the corner of the living room and powered it on. While I waited for it to load, I got myself a cup of hot cocoa to soothe me. It was something my mom always used to calm me down after nightmares when I was a child and I've used it ever since when I felt my anxiety building. I brought up Chrome and google searched wolf hunting techniques. Perhaps there was something real wolf packs did that the human wolves didn't know about instinctually.
Sam was hesitant but finally admitted to me that Victoria had gotten too close for comfort a few times and I really wanted her out of my life for good because I would end up with an ulcer worrying this much for too long.
My search on wolves didn't go as well as I'd hoped it would. Most of the latest research explained about their numbers versus the size of the prey they hunted and not the actual techniques they used specifically. The pack had enough numbers and the size, obviously. They just needed a new plan considering what they've done this far hasn't produced the obvious goal. I shut the laptop with a frustrated sigh and rolled away from the desk in the chair, letting it spin slowly before it came to a stop. What kind of plan they needed though, I had no clue.
The front door opened and I spun in the computer chair to see Sam almost glaring at me. His large hand pushed the door shut and it slammed into the frame as it latched in place. His heavy brows were pulled low over his nose as he watched me walk up to him.
"Is there a problem?" I asked as I stood to greet him.