John Marston Novels & Stories

Other werewolves start trolling into the room. The organization is finished. All that remains is the man who started it. Me. Arthur steps forward, he’s carrying, in his eyes, the anger of every loss, Justin, Tori, Adrian, the dead left in the estate, settled into the finality of the moment. “Get on with it. Just so you know, killing me wouldn't fill up the big hole in your heart, and it will not bring back the ones you have lost, especially Justin.” I tell Arthur.