Chapter 34

He knocked on the basement door, though it was open a crack and he had every right to venture below. Daisy, he knew, was quite fond of her books and extremely protective of them as well. In a few short seconds he entered the very heart of their life history. Though there were packs much like his all around the world, his was by far the largest and considered to be the central hub, the one bestowed the right of protecting all there was of gargoyle history; which Daisy presided over. She was a virtual walking library herself, able to devour facts and tidbits and recall them at the drop of a hat. An oddball greatly loved by everyone.