Salvatore declared, spreading his robes with a flourish before assuming his own seat. The circle of ancient wolves obediently took their seats at the scarred round table. Salvatore glanced around the circle, nodding in acknowledgement at old friends and even older enemies. They were the...
Mel called as she stepped through the front door and tossed her keys on the entry table. No answer. Strange, Richard’s car was parked up front. “Richard?” Richard’s solid frame filled the doorway between the dining room and front room. He stood still as a statue, silent and ominous. But...