Hans brought her a light breakfast with toast and blueberry jam accompanied by a sliced apple. He smiled knowingly at her as he began to leave. “Um, where’s Valemon?” Rachel asked the butler. “Oh, he’s stepped out for a bit. Don’t worry, miss, he’...
Made longer when blood was spilled, and good people died. Richard Dallas ached in every muscle, in his heart, and in his soul. Four dead wolves lay before him, the last of the Southern Cascade pack. The last of the men and women he once called friends. Hard times had befallen the North American p...