The wind screamed, and the rain drummed a heavy metal tune on top of the Landrover. It was making more noise than the classical music coming from the radio. The weather was frightening, Saffron Talbot wanted to be inside, warm in the cottage. This road didn’t even have streetlights, not that she would have been able to see them because of the branches of the trees bending so low. Saffron leaned forward, clutching the steering wheel. She looked at her phone stuck to the windscreen. Was Doris the Sat Nav sending her in the right direction? Doris had been quiet for the last few miles. Her phone screen was black, no internet, no 4G, no nothing.“Great.”The road was straight, no turn offs she could see in the next ten yards, her headlights illuminated. Saffron turned the radio up all she could do was carry on and hope that the tree roots were long and well established. She was humming along to Beethoven’s 7th Symphony when rig

Saffron looked out of the window and saw the man - he never even gave his name, and she was too upset to ask for it. It looked as if he was talking to someone. His hands were expressively waving around as he spoke. She couldn't see whom he was chatting to, but she imagined - knew it was her grandmother. She curled up on the sofa. There was something wrong, not that living with the ghost of your grandmother was in any way right, but Saffy had just realised that she couldn't feel him. Saffy wondered why she had not felt that man's emotions. Why? Had her empathic ability gone? Vanished in a puff of smoke, had her granny waved her magic wand? It was a relief if they had gone, for most of the time. Saffy wouldn't know how worried her married neighbour was over his girlfriend's pregnancy test or whether he could win his son's school fees back at

When Saffron opened her eyes the following day, there was a scowl on her face. She closed her eyes again, wondering if she could go back to the dream she had just awoken from, and what a dream that was.Saffy never remembered her dreams, but there was no way she was going to forget this one. It had played out like a blockbuster film starring Superheroes. Jack Goldsmith and a whopping giant-sized silver-coloured dog. Not so much Wolverine, more like the overall champion dog at Crufts dog show. It was a silly dream as Jack, and the dog seemed to merge into one. The animal was rolling around on his back on the lawn."Oh my God!" Saffron screwed her eyes up as she remembered, "No, oh no!" She could never un-see. Jack Goldsmith full frontal- again. Fuuck! She covered her eyes as if that would prevent her from remembering his incredible body. Powerful muscul

Jack blocked Silver's mind talk. What the hell was that damn wolf thinking, leaving him wholly starkers and on top of Saffron. The poor girl would think he was a sex maniac, Though he couldn't help smirking at that thought. She had already seen him half-conscious and naked at the side of the road, and that was bad enough, but for Silver to leave him perched on top of Saffy and naked, that was unforgivable. He and Silver would be having a serious conversation later. Jack still wasn't in a good mood by the time he had driven home. It was quiet in the house, Clint would still be sleeping, and Edyth had gone home. He went into his office and, grabbing the scotch decanter, poured a large drink. It must be after five o'clock somewhere.  Jack turned his computer on and looked through his emails. N

"Missing?" Jack asked, "How do you know he's missing?" "He's not answering my call either in his mind or on the phone." Clint's eyes were red, his fangs were prominent, and his hands locked into fists. His death-like paleness showed through the St.Tropez, and he looked as if he was about to die again. "There is only one thing we can do; we have to go to Rugaria. It's the only way we can find out what's happened. Let me send a text to Edyth, and we can go. Is Liv still here?" Jack said as he sent a text to his housekeeper. Clint shook his head. "She left about an hour ago." Clint vanished for a minute, and when he returned to Jacks study, dressed as a poster boy for vampires, in his long black leather coat and leather trousers. Under the black leather stetson, his long black hair flowed over his should