Tristan

I ran as hard as I could following Gawain’s trail, but he had managed to vanish out of sight. I used my sense of smell to keep track of him and the scent led me forward. If that really was a gun in his hand, he was about to do something very stupid. I had a feeling that the gun was loaded with silver bullets. Silver was the bane of wolves. It could leave scars, maim and even paralyze us, but ultimately it was used to kill. And too many of my people had already died by ...