Phoebe was silent for another couple of blocks. “I heard all the lycanthropes in the area were gone.”
“Most of them,” Parker said. “There was a purge.”
He would never forget the stench of rotting bodies. Never be able to unsee the corpse of a child who’d tried to hide in the same bush Parker puked on. He was an EMT. Those sights and smells shouldn’t have bothered him. But they had. They would have upset anyone with a soul.
“A few survived. Because Ethan mated with Selena, our alpha sent a contingent here to help with . . . the aftermath.”
“Of a massacre?” Her voice cracked.
“I said purge.” He noted the vampires that had guarded the corner of Oak and Ash Streets hadn’t returned, thank the Ancient Ones.
“Purge. Massacre. Slaughter. It’s semantics.” Phoebe stared out the window.
“But I said purged. Ethnic cleansing.” Parker pulled to the curb in front of Ethan’s funky orange house.
“So it’s still going on.” She spoke softly, almost as if to herself.
“It’s still going on.”