Moon Touched
The man rambled.
Jake listened to what the stranger with the glowing red eyes was saying and knew exactly who he was. He asked him anyway, “Who are you, and why are you so interested in what we are doing? You are not a wolf or rogue, you smell of something else.”
The stranger smiled, showing perfect white teeth with fanged incisors on the top and bottom of his teeth. He held out his perfectly manicured hand and said, “Lucifer, the fallen angel at your service gentlemen. I was curious as to who you were because I am looking for my nieces. They have run away from home and their grandfather has sent me to bring them home.”