Chapter 2
Warden leaned back against the unmarked patrol car, a black Dodge Charger with all the bells and whistles. It was pushing midnight, and he’d been cruising the nearly desolate streets along the outskirts of town, feeling the familiar tug of the approaching full moon, now a week away. He felt testy, ill at ease, and he couldn’t quite shake the nagging sensation that something was wrong, a mess about to fall into his lap. So there he stood, arms crossed over his chest, gazing out over the lake, ripples making the reflection of the moon dance. The wolf within stirred, eager to be loosed upon the world for another three days, to run free.
A twig snapped.
Warden tensed.
His department-issued gun sat on the passenger seat, the vehicle locked. Not that he needed it, but bullets could
