Ethan Cotter
The coppery, metallic smell of blood fills the air.
Three distinct scents linger. Two belong to the dead lycans: one on the living room floor
with his throat slashed, and the other upstairs with a hole in his chest - both reek of the Kweo
clan. And the third, a sweet, alluring aroma, belongs to Sadie, who has just passed out.
She's not human, but she's not lupine or lycan, either. So, what the hell is she, and why'd
she have a gun? And why the f**k did the Kweo pack attack on hallowed ground?
He slides the safety on, then slips the weapon inside the waistband of his jeans. The metal
is cold against his lower back.
Scooping her up, he cradles her in his arms and carries her down the stairs. In the living
room, he lays her on the couch.
Blood. She reeks of blood.
