Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.<br><br>When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years -- if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.<br><br>Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.

Rites of Spring

He peered into the pit. The vaulted tops of three human skulls were unmistakable.


He checked Jason’s pulse. The handsome werewolf was still alive, if barely. Cameron stood up and looked around to see if he could see any sign of the creatures that had mauled Jason, but of course they were invisible. He waited for a moment to see if anything would present itself, and then he lifted Jason into his arms.


Lifting Jason was a lot harder than it looked on television. Jason was a hundred and eighty pounds of dead weight, and while Cameron knew that he was strong, he wasn’t this strong. His back and legs screamed as he hefted Jason off the ground and into his arms. If he needed to fight, he’d be out of luck. He’d just have to get Jason back to the house as quickly as he could and hope for the best.


Not that the house was any guarantee of safety, he thought with a repressed shudder.


Chapter 51