Chapter One
I hated the smell of this place: concrete and institutional. Antiseptic. But all the cleaning in the world couldn't cover up the unhappiness, the sourness, the faint smell of urine. The anger.
The guard at the door of the visiting room pointed me and Ben to empty chairs at a table on one side of a glass partition. The room held half a dozen cubicles like this. Only a phone line would connect us to the other side.
I was shaking. I didn't like coming here. Well, I did, and I didn't. I wanted to see him, but even being here as a visitor made me feel trapped. The Wolf side didn't handle it very well. Ben squeezed my hand under the table.
"You okay?" he said. Ben had been coming here once a week to see Cormac. I didn't come quite as often once a month, for five months now. I'd never get used to this. In fact, it seemed to get harder every time, not easier. I was so tense, jus ... read full excerpt from Kitty and the Silver Bullet ebook