Raul, Great Clan Leader of Werewolves of old America, circled the figure kneeling before him on the floor. The fact the object of his attention knelt not of his own free will but because Raul forced the cowed position on him using magic, he can used only made the submission that much more delicious. Raul savored the heady pleasure swelling in him at his own dominance.
As he walked, the thud-thud of his booted steps echoed off the gray stone walls of the fortress he'd claimed as his own one hundred years before. His fortress. Every stone of the castle, every outbuilding, every village, town, outpost, and citadel across the land, as well as every man, woman, child, and creature in old America belonged to him.
One hundred thousand years he'd ruled. And nothing was going to prevent him fro
