Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7
Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14
Chapter 15 - Chapter 16
Lynwood itself was very much like how Suhel remembered it, a
drab block of an educational institution with no thought given to aesthetics or
individuality. Just like how its teachers tried to mold their pupils into
lifeless copies of each other to join the great dull mass of society, she
thought. The building had stood the test of time quite well, as it was intact,
albeit with the windows boarded, missing shingles, and vines crawling up the
stone walls. Again, though, things decayed slower in the Haunted Woods.
But now the place was crawling with Werelupes. Several pairs
patrolled the lawn, which was dotted with firepits and stacks of probably stolen
goods. The boards on many of the windows had been broken, and there was no lock
on the large front doors—but each of them sported a large V etched with claws.
“Bites and curses,” Isengrim hissed. “Of course Vakhtang
would need a home base. And of course it would have to be Lynwood.”