D V Wolfe

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Alright. I'm done dicking around. If I learned one thing in that warehouse in Ohio, it's that time is short. Even shorter now, considering all the time I'd lost. With an occluded front promising a swarm of something on the horizon and armed with Rosetta's leftovers, Noah and I were just about ready for anything. Well, almost. I hadn't been expecting the swarm to be in Tiff's hometown or for the buttlickers to crash an eight-year-old's birthday party. But, considering how the previous few weeks had gone, I shouldn't have been surprised. Still, going a couple of rounds with some bro-wolves, smacking around a demonic pawnshop owner, watching a Cynocephali struggle with a car seat, and getting a lead on Sister Smile can do wonders for the spirit. She'd already slipped by me too many times. And the visions I'd been having, told me Joel was still with her. This ends now, Sister Smile. I'm on the hunt and I'm after you.