““The werewolf laughs, or at least I think it's a laugh. Really it's just a dry wheeze. He steps toward me and lifts a hand to my face. I recoil. His fingernails are long, and his bluish pale skin is paper thin. Veins protrude from the back of his hand making it appear frail. It certainly doesn't look like the hand of a killer. But then looks can be deceiving. Especially where werewolves are concerned.””
