Their leap of faith could unleash magic ... or plunge them into darkness. Henry Thorn has worked at Larkin's since graduating high school. He likes it -- especially when he can use his secret skill of hiding inside shadows so his boss can't find them. Without that talent, he would never had survived growing up different. When a hire enters the store, Henry's other latent talent kicks in. He can smell an emotional response even before he lays eyes on the redhead. Jamey Currey came out, and his conservative parents promptly kicked him out. He, too, is different -- he senses Henry's attraction the moment they met. The first time they kiss, torrential rains fall from skies split by lightning. Their kiss also awakens the Watchers, diabolical hunters who will stop at nothing -- even extermination -- to keep magic suppressed. With the help of a friendly coven of friendly witches, the boys embark on a quest to discover an ancient key to restoring magic to the world, and to understand mysteries of their own hearts. The question is, will this quest cost them their lives?

The Werewolf and His Boy

The Ulfric glanced sidewise at Dory, then Vernon, nodding his head. “I get it. He’s your boy. I can smell it now. He’s your Ulfric and you’re his. Just like the damn stories. This makes it fucking worse—but it’s just a damn story,” he snarled at Vernon who had almost said something. Henry could smell the worry and fear, thick and pungent. “No. We can’t take the risk; the mundanes will kill us if they find out their nightmares are real. It’s not personal, you understand,” the Ulfric added, just as the wind started to rise, whispering in the trees and on the river. “We took a big enough risk tracking you sons-of-bitches down tonight. We had a bit of scent and we just kept driving for days. And just so you’ll know: that daddy of yours—he carried the gene; otherwise you wouldn’t be here. Yer mama had to have smelled it on him.”


The wind, black and cold, shrieked and howled.


Chapter 72