{Wyatt’s P.O.V.}
I was stunned, to say the least; there was a woman in my car. The fact that she appeared out of thin air is what freaked me out the most. She looked as if she wasn’t a day over 40. She wasn’t a vampire—that was a given. She was a wolf, and she screamed power. A lot of it, I might add.
“Who are you?” I asked her.
“You may call me Selene,” she replied with a smile.
“That doesn’t answer my question. Who are you? And how the hell did you get inside of my car!?”
“Oh Wyatt, are you really going to act as if you don’t know who I am? You said it yourself that I scream power.” She could hear my thoughts. I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised, considering she materialized into my passenger seat.
