Chapter Eleven

The next evening . . .

Shamira had never been a big shopper before, much less closed down the mall. It seemed that her traveling companions were more than used to it. She learned some things about them, such as the fact that Lillian and Monique had both once been swimsuit models as well as lovers.

Lillian had taken up the art of necromancy when she was younger but kept it relatively in the background until the night that she and Monique had been attacked by a rogue werewolf while walking through the woods in Northern Georgia.

The wolf hadn't realized that necromancy was potent magic, as Lillian had sucked the life energy right out of him before managing to kill him with the animated skeleton of a ten-point buck.

But Monique had already been bitten, so Lillian had to keep her lover alive and help her adjust to the new world