“Of course it is. Who knows how many of them there are?” “Well, we've never seen a den larger than five or six.” At his associate's ignorant words from behind him, Micah turned to glare at the younger man, his expression stern. “That doesn't mean they don't exist. Stay alert, Andrew.” Mouth turned down in a dissatisfied frown, he moved forward toward the expanse of the crumbling, massive mansion before them. It appeared ancient and uninhabited, but they'd recently gotten word about some strange activity around the place. Strange activity usually meant their kind. Not always, but when Micah got a gut feeling, he usually followed his instincts. This place stank of them. Their marks were all over the woods surrounding the manor, and there were signs that huge fires had been burnt recently.
