Nola Reynolds

The werewolf Lycan narrowed gray eyes at me before he very slowly pushed the door closed behind him.

“I-is everything okay?” I stammered, crossing the hand that was bleeding behind my back when he sauntered in with all the air of a lazy bobcat.

I was still trying to process what I’d seen inside the cave walls. The memory from what must have been only minutes past was how an odd jumble in my head.

I'd pushed open the hidden wall, snatching up a lone candle from the ornate golden candelabra that'd been flickering beside the mirror vanity and climbing my way through when the odd thumping started....