2
LEROY
Being summoned by Riz Callahan was never a good sign.
Leroy stared at the iron gates of the Callahan house with a heavy feeling in his heart. In the middle of the former asylum’s gate, the well-known “C” was etched. The bars to the left of the monogram were scorched and dented. He’d been there when Riz had lit a frost giant on fire and had pushed him, in pieces, through the bars. It was a silent reminder of the Callahans’ brutality when their family was threatened. The beast in him appreciated the ability to protect your own. He wished that he could’ve done the same for his family. Unfortunately, his own flesh and blood was reduced to one person, his nephew Liam. They had spent the past decade in Oban, a small town on Scotland’s west coast. He had never stayed in the same place
