THE WEREWOLF OF WINDMOORE

Peace in Windmoore was a given—until midnight became a death sentence.Windmoore seemed the perfect place to grow old: cobblestone streets, historic busts keeping watch over the square, and a harmony that defied the passage of time. But when the moon rises, something detaches itself from the darkness of the statues. It is no animal. It is no legend. It is an abomination that feasts upon the lives o...