I've been working on a short story, off and on, from Damon's POV. It's on the stories I plan on making patron exclusive. ~~~~~~ Unlike the two dead people currently cooking inside the store. The audience outside had grown. No surprise. The blonde was still there. I couldn’t see her, but her scent… Pushing it out of my mind, I focused on Casey as he started to swear. He spun to face me and I dumped my burden on ground and crouched by his side. He’d drawn a gun on me. That shit pisses me off. If you can’t fight like a shifter— ~~~~~~~ It will BE a short story ... but it's coming.