. wow, I thought. I naturally wondered if I was gonna be that strong soon, being a werewolf now. The door being torn from its hinges and broken in hal... was clear testimony of the freakish power of a demon wolf, male or female. I realized now how she did ... rage. Pure, primal rage. Behind the laughter was real hatred for this man who would hurt a woman whose only crime was to love him.I could completely understand that, I thought, as we searched through the apartment for the occupants. We found. He looked around, expecting to find a mirror through which they could record the interview, but there wasn't one. There were two doors, the one that he had come through and a second one to the side of the room. It didn't seem like the normal police interrogation room.A solid looking man with short hair, blue eyes, and a thin tight mouth entered the room. He exuded confidence in how he held himself. He moved with the grace of a panther, and looked just as dangerous. There was a hardness in his. He needed someplace for his 14-year-old son to stay for a month while he went overseas. Her husband, Ralph, owed his brother some favors so couldn’t really refuse.It wasn’t the boy himself that was of concern. It was their living accommodations. They had just moved into a tiny home next to a lake and there was only one bed with little space for another. Billy would have to sleep in their bed.Ralph seemed glad to have some male companionship and insisted that the boy would be no trouble and. She remembered the day things had changed, right after her sixteenth birthday, her stepfather sitting on the couch with her, her mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. Up until that point, they had seemed to have a normal father/daughter relationship, him having taken over for her own dad at the tender age of two when her daddy died in a car accident on his way home from work.Everything had started innocently enough, sitting on the couch, watching TV, them bumping against each other playfully,.