WEREWOLF LIFE

times described as the stronger of the two. In an ill-trained werewolf this might be true but one trained well by a master of their skill could easily bring down any vampire."

was a brilliantly sunny day and some of the mansion's occupants and their dogs were playing outside. Heaving a sigh, Lydia accutally wished she could join them even though they

uddenly felt a deep longing that ripped through her chest and she let out a whimper. "Well now, what ails you today?" Matthias asked, walking into the ro

e to speak to the elders in our pack and ask if they think you're ready." Lydia sat on the windowsill, folding her legs. "I want to ask now. I've read each of those books twice over, Matt!" Matt suddenly looked up from where he'd set the tray of food. "What?" Lydia walke

gh as if she thought he was joking. "Yes, Matt!" she chuckled. "All of them." Matt turned to her, a smile on his handsome features. "Lydia...tell me. Who was the founder of this pack?" Lydia raised an eyebrow. "Celyn Reignier. You should know, Matt. He's your ancestor

"Why is that important though?" Lydia asked taking a sip of the soup he'd brought. "Because it is. Believe me, it is." Matt stood up and began pacing the room, talking rapidly to himself. Lydia was finally beginning to grow dizzy before he stopped. "Lydia, what are

ard, one hand on the table and one on the back of her chair, staring her right in the eyes. "I don't want to hear the book. You. What's Earth to you?" Lydia blinked a few times, chosing her words carefully. "Earth is-beautiful to me. It's full of col

the only thing she could think of. Run. She squirmed away from him before he grabbed her ankle in a death grip and unlocked the iron around her ankle. She sat up as Matt stood. "