The door to Lucas's office was slightly open, and Lance shouldered it open the rest of the way. A remarkably tall man stood facing the huge desk, slowly turning around when he heard our entrance. He was even taller than Lucas, I thought vaguely, as I inclined my head all the way back in order to get a good look at his face.

For all his height, he was also thin. None of the burly muscle mass I was used to seeing with werewolves. His hair was a startling red that bordered on orange and a thin ...