Maxim Ciolek drained the bottle of beer in three long swigs. “Take it easy,” his brother muttered from the next seat over. Wise-ass. His brother, who went by Hunter these days, had returned from America a know-it-all. Fifteen years separated them, which wasn’t much in the scheme of things, but some days those one hundred… Continue reading Excerpt & Cover for A Werewolf to Call Her Own