Chapter 12
I’d managed to make the switch onto the blue line and was relaxing as the third city bus of the evening wended its way into the good part of town before it occurred to me that I wasn’t the only person in the vehicle’s shadowy posterior. How had I missed that hint of fur beneath the stench of unwashed bodies and spilled soda pop when I boarded ten minutes earlier? My only defense—that I had more important matters on my mind than getting jumped by a stray werewolf—failed to hold water when my attempt to swivel in search of further information was stilled by a flash of silver flicking in front of my eyes one millisecond before cold steel came to settle beneath my chin.
“Eh, eh, eh. Not so fast.”
I froze, running through possibilities in my mind. Was this an unaffiliated drifter,
