Later that night Tyler and I were sitting in Adirondack chairs at the Wolf Lodge where there was a party going on for my First Lieutenant, Ran. Tomorrow he would no longer be a Werewolf and would be returning to his Vampire body. He had been well liked by the Wolves who were now throwing him a going away party.

"She might look like Monica and she might have her memories, but that thing is dead inside," Tyler said while taking a drink of beer. "She has no conscience. Even Johan ...