“There’s supposed to
be a scion here,” Knight Claire said, gesturing toward the debris
strewn ruined church. Long piles of lumber that must have once served
as supports for the walls had fallen haphazardly. The disorganization
unsettled Claire. She gestured for Harriet and Lola to enter, while
she waited on the grassy hill.
Her werewolf sat a few
hundred feet away, perched atop a watchtower that had, like the
church, seen better days. The stark white paint of the Dominion
insignia was sti