They weren’t just for werewolves any more. London drew her weapon. With as much stealth as she possessed she dodged through the trees and came upon the temple from a wide angle. The Glamour did a good job hiding it. The building looked like English ivy had completely overgrown the place, dipping ...
Willem embraced his knees to his chest and slouched against the wall like a youngling. From the simple wooden bench, he watched as Lugh inspected the equipment in the armory. “I trusted Rehnquist.” Lugh checked the length on a pair of greaves. The shin armor appeared to be...
London’s voice crackled over the intercom. “Perhaps I should have been the bait.” Riley placed his hand over the ear piece, as if that might make it clearer. “We couldn’t be that obvious, or he’d have known for certain that this was a trap.” From the rooftop a good distanc...