"You need a lift home then? Fr. Verrell said we could use his car."
"I'll drive her," Ronan said with a smirk as he caught the keys Uncle Sean tossed his way. I didn't understand that smirk until I got behind the wheel with him. Werewolves are capable of many things, but apparently driving wasn't one of them. You've heard of the term speed demon? That was Ronan. I don't think he drove under sixty, even on side streets. He had some heavy metal station cranked all the way up and wailed along with it as he drove. A few minutes later and we came to a furious stop in front of my house. I leapt out of the car and slammed the door. I was so gonna get him back for this.
"Well that was grand, wasn't it! Beauty of a car!" Ronan caressed the vintage Mustang's steering wheel. Fr. Verrell had a certa
