Andy Parsley laughed when Lunus and Evan came and asked him about Elkshire.
"I'm not surprised you don't know about it; I'm just amazed you've never heard of it," he said, still shaking his head and laughing. "Just shows you that Hollis isn't doing so good a job as he'd like to think he is. It's an old Kingsmen town in Altruon. Burned to the ground once some few hundred years ago, and a lot of folks died."
Jeremy Jensen, better known to the werewolves as Arfak, was a scrawny man with a big mouth and a bad attitude. Despite his small size and unimpressive appearance, the man was surprisingly strong. In the town, he had a reputation for trouble making. Among the wolves, he had a reputation for... other things. He had a great tendency to avoid work, and because of his position among the wolves, he rarely had need of it. There were always some among the Omegas ready to serve the Delta, even as men.
The circle shrank as the men began to descend on the two fighters, all in attendance swarming on Evan's position with a vile and unrivaled hatred.He punched one man, then another, fending them off, but there were too many of them for him to fight all at once. One man struck at him as another man held him back. He threw off the man who was restraining him and ducked down, allowing the other man to punch his companion in place of
Arthur Bayard was a man like Evan was. He was a man of power, well respected among men and wolves alike. To the people of the town, he was a successful businessman and a member of the town council, but to the wolves, he was Ba'reel, Balthazar's Beta.He dressed impeccably in a three piece suit with a long jacket and a gold watch chain strung across his vest between his pockets. His thick copper hair was neatly combed has he presented himself, as ever he did, as t
The night was dark and cold in Banglador, but it was colder and darker in Malkouth. It was nearing dawn by the time that the wolves had finished their hunting expedition and returned to their dens. There was a time when the pack had all come to rest together after a night's activities, but Balthazar had put an end to that when the wolves had begun to turn against their own kind.It was a pity what had happened with the informants. Those who acquiesced to the Hunters served them as the lowest members of town society. They would never be seen as men again, only as domesticated animals and
It was midmorning when Evan knocked on the door of the motley home on the far side of Banglador. The exterior of the house was a mixture of red brick and painted wood, but the door opened to the plain face of a friendly man, neither young nor old, his orangey-brown hair thinning."Hello, young man," the man said, staring at him with clear blue eyes and a welcoming smile. "What can I do you for?"
Ryan Hollis pulled a book off the shelf and blew the dust from the cover. The tiny particles swirled in the stale air of the study as Lunus and Evan watched, waiting for him to speak."It has been a long time since Elkshire," Ryan told them, "but some things never change."He opened the book, leafing through the
Days past for Lunus without hearing so much as a word from Evan Marshal. She had stopped by the library once to say hello and see if he had found anything promising to help them in their search for the cure for lycanthropy, but he was cold towards her when she met him there.
Eccord Reens was a handsome man of impressive stature. He wore a special uniform made for the Chief of the Hunters and as grey as Malkouth's mist. His hair and eyes were dark as wood from Katalox, and no one could offend his pride."Hi, dad," Lunus said, and she smiled, giving him a hug hello. "I hope I haven't interrupted you."