THE sentinels' noses flared the moment they stepped out of the car. The scent of several werewolves was in the air.
It was ten in the evening and the parking lot was packed. The vehicles varied from expensive to very expensive. Yet, a jeep on the far side of the parking space was breath of fresh air.
Its worn-out appearance made it appear like a sore thumb in the series of high-end cars in the lot.
“I would ride that baby anytime,” Blue commented.
The familiar jeep was Summer’s vehicle. She used it often whenever she and her family visit the diner.
There were only a few people loitering the place. However, several voices can be heard inside. An ongoing fight must be happening.
The man on the entrance bowed his head when they approached.
“You can go directly to the second floor, alp
