THE SHADOW WEAVER: A TALE OF WEREWOLF DECEPTION

coming closer. Fast. She knew one

back door in the crummy warehouse. Move it,

screaming. They tore through the streets, dodging into

me kind of ability, kicking in. She could almost f

e shadows. They responded, swirling, solidifying unt

e, the next, swallowed by darkness. Aria and Elijah didn't waste th

f. He handled the car like a pro, weaving through traffic and putting distance between them and whoever was after them. Each turn they made away from the mess made her feel safer. The city was doing its thing, t

haking. They were out of t

. What is it? she asked, a

hem, yeah. But that's not the end. The Order of the veil? They

old life. Not with The Order of the veil hunting

t glancing back, half-expecting to see a car glued to their bumper

at a dingy gas station outs

y the pumps. Jus

bed Elijah's arm, eyes fixed on the figure li

mouthed. We h

line. He cranked the wheel, jamming the car i

s sure saw it. A smile.

ast thing sh

miliar walls closing in around her.

lling the doorway, his

said. Aria, we

g between her ears. What ju

ah droppe

ou think you are

wide. What the he

hing went b