Holly Wheeler Novels & Stories

The concrete walls lay in ruins around me, chunks of stone scattered like broken teeth across the floor. My Ghost Wolf power surged through every nerve, every muscle, lighting me up from the inside out. The familiar silver glow painted everything in ethereal light, and my eyes—I could feel them burning white-hot as I stared down at Kelly. She looked so small now, cowering against the far wall with her clipboard clutched to her chest like a shield.