“Trouble?” he asked...

The huge man watched Lettie part dark curls and show a scar on her skull...

“Bet and I have been close since we were girls..."

“He thought you dead after faking his demise in the arctic...”

He looms a dark-haired giant, the cloth of his tuxedo enough to dress three men...

Bet’s voice quavers in the dark. “Are you—”...

The old werewolf embraced the young one. “Let me guide you back to a familiar skin.”...

She beckoned him out of the woods with clawed fingers...

Fur bristled on Noah’s back as he watched Meri’s calm transformation...