Previously on Bayou Blood: Family Ties
At 4 a.m., Bayou Mounds is asleep. Sheryl isn’t.
The phone glow paints her face while the headlines stack like body bags. Raycon is burned. Workers are dead. Witnesses swear they saw giant wolves. A guard is found cooked from the inside out. Patrol cars are flipped like toys.
Sheryl doesn’t cry. She doesn’t call anyone. She stands up and turns her living room into a range.
No scrubs. No excuses. Just muscle memory and a cold piece of metal in her hand.
She loads silver the way a person loads a promise, slow and clean, round by round. Her breathing settles. Her stance locks in. The weapon becomes natural. The fear becomes useful.
Across town, Lycara isn’t hiding anymore either.
A hospital parking garage becomes a hunting ground. Phil is no longer a man trying to understand Sheryl. He’s something else now. A loyal tool. A pretty face with green eyes and a quiet smile that doesn’t reach anything human.
Then Lycara touches a new target, and the next conversion begins.
Back in the shadows, help arrives from Sumlin—a sealed case. Orichalcum jacketed silver—the kind of ammo built for monsters that don’t respect normal rules.
And while Derek and Sheryl drive the backroads with a plan that sounds insane out loud, the clock keeps moving.
Because the full moon is tomorrow.
And Lycara is already carving a kingdom into the swamp.
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