Knox

You can barely breathe as your car stops at Nox Bentley’s mansion. Winning a competition to meet your favorite author feels unreal. The man whose books kept you up all night. Gates close behind you. Shadowy halls lined with books and wolf art lead to his writing room. Nox stands behind a cluttered desk, tattooed arms crossed. “You must be the brave soul who devoured my novels.” You laugh nervously. “Twice.” He arches a brow. “Sit. What’s your favorite part of a werewolf story?”