Hushed Willows [m] It's all fire and brimstone, baby

From the shadows another wolf materialized, taller and darker than Raelle; a formidable creature, but truthfully she wasn't impressed. Not by a man. Her time with the women of the sea had taught her that men were volatile creatures, weak, driven by base instincts and selfish cowardice. And this man was no different, she thought, listening to his words with bored contempt. She was no stranger to the flirtations of men.

A phantom? No, Rae lifted her chin, not bothering to wipe the smear of blood from her mouth. Phantoms hide in the shadows. They cling to the night.

Demons don't keep schedules, She added, smirking now.