A desperate cop and a pack of werewolves try to find common ground in their mutual hunt for a serial killer terrorizing San Francisco. "Sounds interesting!"
It was the last Tuesday before Christmas, and the halls were peppered with art projects full of trees, presents and snow, which was funny to Luther since it never snowed in San Francisco.
That’s what he thought of to distract himself as he ran onto the ...
Lars Wolner really should have paid attention in biology class.
If he had, he’d have learned about Sarracenia, a genus of plants more commonly known as the North American Pitcher Plant. Had Lars paid attention the day his teacher brought one to class, h...
The San Francisco Police Department sat at the intersection of 3rd Street and Mission Rock. Anyone looking at it from the street might think it a well-fortified place for the city’s finest. If you asked Modine, the interior was almost schizophrenic.
The Childs Pack
Nat dropped Ethan off at the zoo.
What else could you call it? Zoos were places where animals that deserved to be free were made to do tricks before crowds of nincompoops. Here, Ethan was forced to wear a yellow apron and a fake smile, and repeat the same dull...
The Way Things Were
The werewolves were right behind him when Luther Childs slammed his bedroom door shut.
He wasn’t normally up this late. Like most nine-year olds, Luther was a sound sleeper. Also like most nine-year olds, Luther had nightmares.
He’s just esc...