Chapter 14
“Are you sure you gave me the right address?” Sebastien asked hours later. We’d flown clear across the country to San Francisco then leapfrogged through three taxis and two different subway lines before finally renting a car in an effort to evade further pursuit. Now, our rental was rolling up into the hills on the far side of the bay, houses growing larger and bolder the further we progressed.
Given the tales of my mother’s fly-by-night nature that I’d passed along while we were in transit, I didn’t blame my mate for second-guessing our current location. And yet—“Wolfie checked the address out. I’m certain,” I answered, peering out the window at a mansion so large it could have housed an entire werewolf pack.
We drove uphill for several more minutes after that, squeezing aro
