Tristan

After retrieving the spear from the warehouse of other relics and antiques, along with a surprise that I had in store for Baltazar, we drove deeper into the mountains. He and his pack were waiting for us in the Hidden Valley of Stone. It was once sacred ground to ancient shifter Native Americans, whose people had died off long ago, or so the legend goes. My father had bought the land shortly after he and our pack were exiled here.

It was where I would face Baltazar, and ...