The copper taste in my mouth was heavier now, a dark metallic stain that no amount of cold water could wash clean.

Mara leaned over the stainless-steel table in the Luna House basement, her heavy brass field microscope adjusted to its highest magnification. A small glass sli

The rain began at midnight, slicking the stone walkways of the pack compound in dark, reflective sheets.

Despite the two pack guards stationed at the front gate of Luna House, leaving was trivial. I had drawn the architectural blueprints for the estate six years ago when

I pressed my spine flat against the stone alcove, holding my breath as the heavy mahogany door swung inward. The scent of rain, ozone, and cedar cologne flooded the room.

Gideon stepped inside, followed closely by Cassie. She wore her polished Lead Warrior leather