Twisted Trio

of bones permeated the night air. It was a near-sickening sound the transformation. Bones shrunk and re-formed from wolf to man, leaving the once red wolf in the form of a red-haired man. Brushin

asn't spotted. It wasn't unusual for people to wander in and out of the woods, especially here. But people had an inheren

veryone current present had one thing in common; they were all werewolves. As part of the Black River pack they had come w

n. Glancing to his left a redheaded woman stared him down, delicate

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ight of 6'2'' ensured he was easily spotted over many heads in the crowd. Sharp golden orbs set in slightly upturned eyes, giving his chiseled face a predatory look. A swoop of thick b

is meeting of th