Cora received a voice mail during the last full moon about a suspicious wolf that was lurking around the bayou - not just a wolf, a hybrid - and she knows in an instant who it is. While the Hales may not have had strong connections in New Orleans - the Labonairs were too hot-headed, too fraught for control - Cora was able to find some space to hide with the untriggered members of their pack after the fire.

She doesn't have to call back and find out who the hybrid is. She knows enough about what's going on in New Orleans right now to know that there's only one real possibility.

She sighs as she steps out of the trees, arms crossed in front of her chest as she stares him down, clearly not happy with his current location. "What the hell are you doing?"