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Charly. Up close, Charly could make out every feature in the woman’s face. The freckles along her cheekbones. The faint worry lines at the corner of her eyes.
    “Emma told me they managed to kill my brother and in the process bring down the witch,” Julia said.
    “I’m sorry for your loss,” Charly managed. She couldn’t even bring her eyes up to Julia’s to offer her a sympathetic glance.
    “He died so the madness could end. Hadley is better off now, but if I had known sooner, I would’ve gotten out of here. Brother or not.”
    The madness wasn’t over yet if the witches had their way. There was no way Charly could turn back now, since the townspeople even wanted the witches to die. Memories from the blood demon’s attack, how it killed anyone that neared it, brushed against her thoughts. She’d seen spells cast and blood shed for the greater good. But in this never-ending fight, now the witches had victimized the Hadley werewolves in their endeavor to keep the demons at bay.
    When would it all end?
    Charly took a sip of the hot coffee as a heavy silence drifted over the coffee shop. The drink’s heat bit the tip of her tongue, but all she could do was try to resolve the endless cycle of bitterness. Even more so, how could she keep her mother safe in the process?

    After Charly left the shop with a promise from Julia to let her know about a possible part-time job, she spent the rest of the day restoring her strength by observing the locals. The tiny park at the top of a hill that overlooked the eastern edge of town was perfect for people-watching. Werewolf-watching.
    Over lunch time, a line of young children had gone from a building off Main Street and crossed the road to the library. Two girls, a human and a werewolf based on their scent, held hands. Even when one boy tried to dart between them, they didn’t part. Into the afternoon, light traffic picked up. She spotted a woman with light blonde hair go into a shop. Something about the woman was familiar, but Charly shrugged it off. Maybe she’d seen too many people. As the evening gathered the light on the horizon, teens congregated at the edge of the hill to skateboard. With a lazy smile, she watched them do tricks along the curb.
    As relaxed as she was, she still had a mission.  
    She had to get control of a few werewolves here. Not all of them. She refused to do that. Everything she’d seen today was so idyllic. A blood demon would sweep through this town with far more fury than her aunt Amelia. A powerful blood witch was one thing, but a supernatural creature with no corporeal body and an endless lust to consume the living was another thing entirely.
    “You gonna sit there all night?”
    She swiveled her head around to see Trenton. He approached from downwind without sound. Yet again someone had snuck up on her unawares. She made a sorry werewolf, still so new and honing her senses.
    It took her a moment to find the right words. “I sat down and then getting back up didn’t seem as appealing.”
    Trenton cocked a grin. “The guys at the police station got worried.”
    “I’ve barely moved a muscle,” she replied. “I didn’t know I was a threat.”
    “Most visitors sample the pie at the restaurant or have coffee at the shop.”
    “I did one out of two,” she said with a lazy smile. “Rather good for a first-timer in my opinion.”
    He eased down on the other side of the bench. A foot separated them, but that wasn’t much with her newly heightened sense of smell bringing him closer. His scent filled her nose and mouth as if she could taste him.
    “What do you plan to do tonight after you become one of the petrified land gnomes in the park?” he asked.
    She snorted. “I’m rather good at sitting still, especially if there’s something good to look at.” His eyes danced at her reply. Especially after she looked him full in the eye.
    “Charly, I’ll be honest with you. I check everyone who comes into town, and I looked up your