Three years ago, Lyle made a mistake that cost him his freedom, and almost his life. Now, sick to death of watching his father love the man that Lyle wanted, Lyle accepts an offer to leave Wolf, WY, behind and see what life in Washington, DC,. can do for him instead.<br><br>When Lyle comes across a seductive, attractive stranger with a fascinating yet terrifying view of humanity, he's more than intrigued. It doesn't take Lyle long to realize that Arius isn't just playing games, though, and when Lyle runs across a secret in Arius' lair he has no choice but to flee, even knowing his actions will enrage Arius.<br><br>On the run, with only a psychic's second sight and his own instinct to help him, Lyle has nowhere to go but home. The only question is, will they have him when he shows up.

Wolf, en Garde

He reached for the fabric. He pulled it to the right. “Mom?”


There was no outside door. There was no outside breeze. Bare concrete walls shone with the dank, dark, almost oily finish of constant water drainage. A thick viscous liquid pooled under a shadowed form that hung in the middle of the small space. A man, perhaps, possibly a woman, but skeletal and limp underneath their binding. In front of them, as though to entertain, Lyle’s mother danced. Her long dark hair whipped around her face and shoulders, her gown—white, not black, because yes, that’s what Lyle’s father had said she’d wear forever; like an angel, he’d said—floated and snapped around her legs as she twirled. It was her dancing that disturbed the air, and it was rich in the perfume of flowers and green grass, the scent that tickled one’s nose when one stepped out of the house on a perfect, fresh morning. But her feet and hem were stained the color of summer roses, brilliantly red. The color of blood.


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