Stepping through the ring of darkness, I greeted the Old One with a smile. He was as black as a bad cop’s heart, but for his glowing red eyes and the scarlet highlights shimmering across his pelt. The wolf spirit seemed to regard me as halfprey, half pack-brother. "Finally, Longtooth, you have come for me. All this skulking about is driving me mad. For once, the Murder Machine is right: there is much to hunt this night."