“The old woman laughed out loud, unbuttoned her calico shift and let it fall to her ankles. Annabelle kicked free of it, and pulled the pins from her hair. Naked in the moonlight, she whispered his name… “ They thought it was over. The lycans, Joan, Consuela, José and Mark, fought to save Tundra. Now they sit on Topaz’s High Council where they’re feeding the hungry, tackling race riots, rebuilding their world. But a daemon walks the streets by night. He knows about the young woman with the chilling secret. He knows all about her mirror… and of the ancient evil that’s opened her eyes. A new war has just begun… “Portrait of Annabelle” Cover sketch and design by Quinton Veal