Macon Forrester

I decided that I didn’t like traveling by portals. They did not, as it turn out, handle werewolves well because I immediately puked after going through it. Imogen made a face, and patted me on the back. “Okay there, son-in-law?”

I glowered at her as I wiped a bit of puke from my mouth. “Don’t call me that. It’s weird. I’ve known you too long.”

Imogen laughed a little, then snapped her fingers and cleaned up the mess.

“How ...