~ JOHN-PAUL ~
JP’s heart pounded in his ears, behind his eyes, even in his skin. And a soft but firm voice read the words over and over, as if the voice echoed in the room.
Caution enemy… Hear your death on the wind… Smell the scent of your own blood spilled…
The demon hissed in his face, spitting curses, its horrific voice echoing in the empty warehouse. He had no idea how it had reached him, but it had come for him, for his family, and it was going to die.
The thing muttered words he didn’t understand, but the sound of them raised his hackles even in human form.
Then it sucked in a breath despite the grip he had on its throat. He’d been just about to shift again, to tear out its throat with his teeth, when it spat the words.
“Death.” Its voice rattled because he was sucking the p
