
Hour of the Wolf – Chapter 2
Baxter stood a few steps back behind Gideon as they walked down the muddy path around the farm, listening to
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Baxter stood a few steps back behind Gideon as they walked down the muddy path around the farm, listening to

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As the wagon creaked and wobbled, Baxter’s fingers drummed on the wooden case sitting on his lap. Rain fell across

The loud music caused Marion’s chest to vibrate with each deep bass note even as their group was still in

Buzzing. Flickering. The long white lamps filled the room with uncomfortable luminosity and bathed each corner of the morgue in

The ceiling lamps were out, and the blackout curtains were pulled over the window, blocking out any luminosity from pouring

“This situation has gone unaddressed for too long, my Prince.” There was no attempt to disguise the disdain which was

Marion’s fingers flicked through the pages of the book, finding the combination of its weight, size, and hardcover made it

“You did WHAT?!” Sam shouted across the small food court table. “I invited her to live with me,” Logan repeated