Wolf Asylum

About the book:

Insanity is infectious.

New Haven was founded near a gate, a place where the iniquity wafted through the cracks infesting the town. Before the werewolves came, the town was evil. Now the lycanthropic addiction drove the citizens to mutilate men, women and children, all for the euphoric high of the wolf. As their humanity waned, Darwin Foster discovers his for the first time. The unknown child Se Venire, the gate to Hell and his denied love push Darwin to decide--embrace the blood or renew his own humanity.

Quotes:

“She seems so small, is she really that dangerous?”

“What if I did kill her?”

“It was a drug and we were all addicts!”

Excerpt:

She would keep running no matter how much her body hurt.

“Think, Nancy!” she mumbled to herself under her short breath.

Nancy knew her clock was running out and if she had any hope of survival, she had to become inventive in her thinking. She knew running was a waste of time, but it was also necessary to put distance between herself and her killers. In her heart she knew out running her attackers could never succeed. She was simply too weak. She needed to mask her scent and attempt to hide; perhaps waiting out her hunters’ patience. She ran ideas through her mind but without certainty of what could actually work, desperation began to set in. Breathing deeply through her nose, she hoped she would catch the scent of another animal or plant…but all she found was snot sickles draining from her nostrils.

The silhouette of a path emerged; it was narrow but defined, like a game trail. She locked her sights on the constricted line and quickened her pace. With fewer obstacles colliding with her, she began to increase her distance from danger by leaps and bounds. Above the trail in the opening of the trees, the nearly full moon cast its light on the path illuminating the way. The tunnel in the trees seemed to stretch on forever and the harder Nancy pushed, the smaller her corridor became. She wanted to collapse and wait for death, but something inside her told her to press on. Salvation was near, she could feel it.

In the distance the monsters began to change. They were coming.

If Nancy could have stopped sobbing and snorting long enough, she may have heard the demonic transformations and howls of joy happening. Her mind had moved into survival mode and nothing else computed with her. She had been running so fast she hadn’t realized her feet were bleeding from the jagged rocks she had cut them on during her flight. The blood would help to amplify her course for her pursuers; she was unaware how grave her situation was becoming. The sounds of change ended and a new shrill filled the woods; the commencement of the hunt.