Chapter 9
Brock was the last to arrive at the warehouse on the night of the full moon. “More reporters?” Remy said.
“Tomorrow, I’m painting the damn windows black,” he said. “Sorry to keep you all waiting.”
Phillipe, the large man with hair almost as golden as his eyes, shrugged. “Better late than trailing cameras.”
Remy nodded. “Let’s begin. The moon’s call will soon be too strong to ignore.”
The six members of the clan stripped. They had all seen each other naked before and would many times again. Because of the nature of the change, a certain familiarity had to exist between members of a clan, but that familiarity didn’t mean they casually undressed around each other on any other occasion. Because of the forced familiarity brought on by the change, they were extremely concerned wit
