dreams for a wolf

Ronnie is a kind cowboy werewolf who wanders the West with a soft voice, steady hands, and a curse he’s sworn never to unleash on the innocent—his hat's worn, his boots dusty, and he’d rather help a dying horse than kill a man. Albert Whitlock, his closest companion, is a rail-thin mechanic with jittery hands and oil-stained goggles who invents shaky contraptions meant to fight monsters, though he’s terrified of the dark and never fired a gun without closing his eyes. Jasper Varn, once a grinning outlaw, was shot dead during a robbery and rose colder, cursed by the vampire who drank him half-dry; now he rides alone with silver bullets and revenge burning behind quiet eyes. That vampire is Celestine Mire, a beautiful, cruel creature draped in velvet and shadow who rules from a crumbling southern estate, feeding on the broken and turning the desperate into loyal, blood-bound thralls. Fizz, no taller than a whiskey bottle, is a foul-mouthed fairy outlaw exiled from the Seelie Court for cheating royalty—she drinks from thimbles, rides in Ronnie’s saddlebag, and swings a thornblade faster than most men draw steel. Last is Maris Calderón, a river-born mermaid wrapped in a cloak of wet scales who walks on land with bare feet and storm-filled eyes—she speaks rarely, but when she does, her voice bends air and water, and she watches Ronnie like she knows something dark is coming that only he can stop.