JASON

Dust particles danced through the stale air. I could notice that and more as I faced the congregation of werewolves; the folks we had converted and saved from another era of senseless and avoidable murder. Although, the peace and prosperity we had cultivated seemed to be threatened. Sofiane had stepped over the line. The goddess knew I wanted to kill that bastard but I understood him. The pesky fly might have become an itch we couldn't quite reach these couple of days but I comforted myself knowing Sofiane was unaware of the evil his mate had done. Candice Blossoms deserved what came to her and Sofiane Hobbstone was only...