We were at war.  Just the thought of it was  outrageous.  While growing up in the Chicago area, I’d never even been in the vicinity of a gang rumble, let alone anything else.  Now, after only a few months of leaving an area that ranked in the top twenty-five cities for crime in the USA and moving to what appeared to be a sleepy mountain hamlet wedged between small town USA and a city that was barely large enough to claim the title, not only was I at war, but I was at war with werewolves whose savageness was something the Chicago gangs couldn’t fathom.  It was all too surreal.Godwin and I spent the day resting up for what was to come.  He didn’t expect us to have to participate in the battle, but, after what happened the night before, he wasn’t going to let his guard down for one minute.  Therefore, he wanted to be as ready as possible.Since the secret about my fairy skills being developed was out, he wanted m

“Halt!  Who goes there?” called a male vampire who was holding vigil over Kenton’s home.“It’s Maryanne Cramby,” my mother called out.  “I’ve got my daughter with me.”“Come ahead,” the vampire said in a gruff tone.I followed my mother as she carefully approached the house.  It seemed to me that we were playing with worse fire than if we’d stayed at home and dealt with Michael.  After all, the vampires were at war with the werewolves – of which my mother was now one- and they ate fairies for snacks -as I’d already experienced with Cindy. I watched as the vampire pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call.  His entire demeanor shifted from gruff and threatening to pleasant and inviting once the call had ended.“I didn’t exactly know who you were,” he said, apologetically.  “Go right in.  They&rsqu

I was lying on a plush, king sized mattress in a strange room when my eyes finally opened and the world reappeared.“Where am I?” I mumbled as I rubbed the sleep from them.“You’re in one of my guest rooms,” Kenton said as he walked to the side of the bed. “How do you feel?”“Confused and pissed off,” I grumbled.“As well you should be,” Kenton said, reassuringly.“Where is everyone?” I asked.“Your mother and Godwin are conversing with the conclave.  Do you want me to send for them?”I grabbed his wrist to hold him in place. “No, not yet.  I want to talk to you for a minute.”He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed a stray hair from my temple.  “What would you like to talk about, my love?”I repressed the fluttering response my body had when he called me his love and focused on the question