Rumpel's Prize

by Marie Hall

  Realizing she needed more information than what her nose could give her, Lilith put her wolf to sleep with no small amount of trepidation and shifted into her human form quicker than she’d ever done before. Yanking the bloody mask off her face the moment she was able.

  An ebony skinned man with hair like shadow and gleaming red eyes stared back at her. In his hand was a sword stained with blood. There were no wolves around, no dead bodies… it was just her and him.

  “Lilith Wolf,” he said in a seductively smooth drawl, “come with me.”