Tonight was unlike any other night Liam Kennedy had ever witnessed. The visions had been so strong and vivid. He'd been forced to get out of bed and scamper through the woods like he normally did when he was troubled with the never-ending visions about the future.
His father, Carlo Kennedy, was sound asleep in his room, totally oblivious of what was happening to him and the doom that was coming to his kind. Or maybe he was aware of it already and had resigned himself to fate. It was difficult to tell with his father.
In many ways, Liam had taken after him in his physical looks. He was tall with a masculine build. His skin was hairier than most young men his age, an obvious pointer to the fact that he was a werewolf. And he had dull brown eyes that glowed and got sharper whenever he was turning.
