Thom\u2019s head jerked up, whipping toward the door as Matt burst into the forge, breathing hard from his slippery uphill run.<\/p>\n
His eyes narrowed. \u201cWhat the hell, Matt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHide that thing. I need you. Where\u2019s Marin?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thom glanced down at the sketchpad on his knee, one brow arching warily. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of Daniel\u2019s werewolves is here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thom blinked, slamming his sketchbook shut and shoving it into its hiding place in a hollow behind Matt\u2019s leather apron. \u201cWas that the howl we heard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, out toward M-45. Where\u2019s Marin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Jay. They went across to the barrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Matt shuddered visibly. The mass grave out by the ruins of the performing arts center still gave him the screaming willies, worse than any graveyard could. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t say, just that he felt like they needed to go out there. He had a look and I didn\u2019t argue.\u201d Thom yanked on his jacket. \u201cDid you leave him with Thordin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked me to bring him pants.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll get him pants,\u201d Thom snapped. \u201cDid you leave him with Thordin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho the hell else could I have left him with?\u201d Matt shook his head and spun on his heel, starting back down the hill at a jog. \u201cThere wasn\u2019t anyone else to leave him with.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you left a strange werewolf alone in with Thordin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s not strange<\/em>. We\u2019ve met him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThordin hasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n Matt stopped, closing his eyes and exhaling slowly. \u201cI\u2019m completely aware of that, Thom. I didn\u2019t like the look in Thordin\u2019s eye when I left, but it\u2019s not like he was going to give me a vote.\u201d He started moving again. \u201cPhelan went down there. He should keep things under control.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThis is Phelan we\u2019re talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n Matt grimaced. \u201cRight. We\u2019d better hurry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGet the pants. I\u2019ll follow the footprints.\u201d<\/p>\n Matt swore and darted toward the tent where they kept their supplies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Thom\u2019s head jerked up, whipping toward the door as Matt burst into the forge, breathing hard from his slippery uphill run. His eyes narrowed. \u201cWhat the hell, Matt?\u201d \u201cHide that thing. I need you. Where\u2019s Marin?\u201d Thom glanced down at … Continue reading