trying to soften you up and win you over so that he’ll get what he wants. You’re nothing to him.”
“If you’re so convinced of that, why are you here warning me away from him?”
“You’re a loner; that’s enough of a reason.”
But it was more than that. Makenna suspected that Deanne saw every female who existed on even the periphery of her son’s life as a threat. She was no longer secure about her place in his life. Maybe it was because of the power and authority he now had. Maybe she was unable to control him the way she once had, now that he was older. Or maybe she doubted her ability to sexually attract him. Well, if the guy had an interest in young boys, he definitely wouldn’t find his mother’s body all that exciting. She’d have to sense that disinterest; she’d have to worry on what it meant for her.
Once again, Makenna almost felt sorry for him. But being abused didn’t give him the right to inflict such abuse on others. He could have become someone who protected others from such harm. Instead, he’d chosen a path that robbed children of their innocence, despite knowing how much that hurt.
Figuring it would be best to get this perverted bitch out of her sight before Makenna was tempted to act on the violent fantasies swirling around her head, she forced a smile. “Well, it’s been great talking to you. I don’t want to keep you, so . . .” She flicked her fingers.
“You think you can dismiss me? You think I’m weak?”
“I think you’re twisted and evil and you fucked up your child’s head so badly he’s now just as sick and depraved as you are.”
A flush stained Deanne’s cheeks. There was no shame or remorse in her expression, just anger. She didn’t deny her actions or defend herself, which was confusing as fuck. Could she genuinely not believe she’d done anything wrong? If so, that made her as chilling as it did warped.
“Just stay away from my son.” She marched off, head held high. Someone needed to kill that bitch. Hopefully karma had some interesting things in store for Deanne Deacon.
Hearing her phone chime, Makenna scooped it out of her pocket and swiped her thumb over the screen. “Hey, Madisyn.”
“Makenna, please tell me you’re on your way here. Something weird is going on.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Standing in Dawn’s office, Makenna looked at the feline in disbelief. “I’m going to need you to repeat that.”
Dawn rubbed her temple, shoulders curling forward. “Four of our biggest sponsors pulled out.” As news went, that was extremely bad. The shelter couldn’t afford to lose sponsors—big or small. The grants Dawn received were helpful, but they didn’t cover the full cost of the shelter’s upkeep or fund the other services Dawn provided, such as therapy, education, and substance abuse projects. Those services were important. They helped the residents have what they needed to move on and start afresh, thereby making room for other loners to stay at the shelter.
It wasn’t until Makenna felt her nails digging into her palms that she realized how tightly she’d clasped her hands. Forcing them to relax, she asked, “Did they say why?”
“One claimed to be unable to offer any further financial aid. The others gave no explanation at all.”
“Either Remy paid them off or intimidated them into withdrawing their help.”
“I should have seen it coming.” Dawn sighed, her gaze unfocused. “It’s such an obvious way to make it difficult for me to run the shelter.”
“That’s not all,” said Madisyn, sitting on the sofa, her expression hard. “Some of the residents were fired from their jobs.”
Makenna blinked. “Fired?”
“They were posing as humans,” Madisyn said. “Their superiors were ‘alerted’ that they were shifters, and apparently those particular humans don’t want our kind working for them.”
Restless with manic energy, Makenna began to pace. “Remy had to have exposed them.”
“But how would he know their names or where they work?” asked Dawn.
Madisyn bit her lower lip. “We know he has people watching the shelter. Maybe he also has people following the residents who leave each day for work, learning everyone’s patterns.”
“But why have them fired?” Dawn shook her head. “It seems such an indirect form of attack for someone so angry with us.”
“It is indirect,” agreed Makenna. “So much so that you’re thinking it probably has nothing to do with him. That makes this extremely smart. Think about it, Dawn. A huge way that you make a difference is by helping loners get a