Jordan final y took action. She tried to kil Bliss in her sleep, but
was discovered at the last moment by Forsyth and BobiAnne. From Venator Martin’s subsequent investigation, it appears that Jordan was held
captive by Silver Bloods at Lucifer’s command for a year, in an attempt to extract information on the Order of the Seven. When it appeared she would
never give them this information, they kil ed her. Or so they thought. The Watcher is capable of changing physical shel s, and as Jordan died, Sophia
found a new host in Jane Murray, a forty-year-old history teacher who had been hit by a bus while traveling in South America.
As Jane Murray, Sophia is now a sturdy, apple-cheeked woman with bright red hair and a ruddy Irish complexion. In 2009, she joined the staff of
Duchesne as a history teacher. School reports from Duchesne indicate she was incredibly popular; her seminar, Ancient Civilizations, was continual y
overenrol ed.
The Venators have pieced together this information from Jane Murray’s ransacked apartment, and we can only conclude that the Watcher is with
Bliss Llewel yn, wherever she may be.
Current Status : Missing. Believed to be in the company of Bliss Llewellyn.
Author’s Note: I am in the process of writing the first book in the Wolf Pact series. The idea for Wolf Pact came very early to me, when I was
writing the major outline for the Blue Bloods books, and once the story expanded, the wolves seemed to merit a series of their own. The following
is a sneak peek at the first book. The series follows the continuing story of Bliss Llewellyn as she sets off to find the Hounds of Hell.
WOLF PACT
The shadows made everything look larger, and smel worse. Styrofoam platters and massive rols of waxed paper were stacked on the counters.
Hooks from empty meat racks hung from the ceiling, their crooked silhouettes looking even more ominous in the moonlight. Tacked on the brick wal s
were charts mapping animal parts. Shoulder. Chuck. Loin. Near the entrance were two large glass counters ful of steaks and chops wrapped in
cel ophane.
Bliss Llewel yn took a deep breath and held it for as long as she could, wil ing her tense muscles to relax. She had tracked the beast inside the
butcher shop, had watched its arched, furry body slink in through the back door. This was it. She’d been in Hunting Val ey for three days now, and had
combed every inch of it, which wasn’t too hard, real y. It was barely a town—the downtown area consisting of one honky-tonk bar and several
boarded-up storefronts. It was the kind of place most people left as soon as they had the means; the kind of place for those left behind.
Bliss crept as quietly as she could across the wet stone floor. This was the end of her chase. Everything she had done so far had led to this
moment. The beast was lurking somewhere within the darkness, waiting. She would have to be quick. She had seen the carnage it had left in the
woods, had fol owed the trail, and now she was at its end. Tame the hounds , her mother had told her. Bring them back to the fold . She would have to
bring it to heel, somehow. Her eyes caught a flicker of light in the distance. In the back of the room she noticed the door to the meat locker was open,
revealing a carcass swaying like an inverted pendulum. So that was why her surroundings smel ed of blood.
She closed her eyes so she could hear. Concentrate . She pinched her nose. The smel was distracting. When the Visitor had been her only
contact to the outside (or was that inside?) world, she found she could listen better if she closed her eyes and withdrew from her other senses. She
was human now, with human limitations. She could no longer listen to a conversation conducted fifty feet away; she could no longer lift objects five
times her body weight; she could no longer do any of the things she had taken for granted when her blood was blue.
But even if she was only human, she was used to the dark. The
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