Chapter Thirteen
Though her hands had finally stopped trembling, Deborah felt as if she were still shaking on the inside. She didn’t know if it was from the three cups of black coffee she’d consumed or the shock from learning everything she’d believed to be utter fantasy was actually true. If there were really such creatures as werewolves and vampires, what else was there?
She had Hank drive her back to her motel room where she hastily re-packed her suitcase. Using a piece of motel stationary from a message pad by the room phone, she scrawled out a note to Wayne, then went to the front desk and asked for an envelope.
She paid the clerk for one more night on Wayne’s room but checked out of her own, then took the
