Zephyr sat with his hands crossed, sound asleep in the backseat of the car. The three sat in confusion as they drove quietly through the busy street, locking out all sounds and thought… the young man in the car was all they could think about.
“So, spill it… How do you know a werewolf?” Livia leaned over to the backseat, her eyes were completely focused on Annette who was more consigned with why the man in question had become attached to her, It wasn’t like she knew him personally. She’d seen him in a damn photo but even then he looked so familiar. 'where? Where have I seen him before?'
“He doesn’t seem to remember anything… does he have amnesia?” she spoke absent minded
“Hello?” Annette turned to Livia who seemed to be dying of suspense.
“It’s a long story” she replied not sure if
