The last thing that I expected to see after walking out of the forest into the side of Vermont Route was a blue Maserati.
And its driver, of course.
Viel was stood on one leg, leaning his back against the side of his car door. For all the right reasons, I was thankful that he wasn't naked anymore. He must have his whole closet packed inside the trunk of his car. A fitted black shirt and a pair of faded denim jeans hugged his muscular body. His eyes were lowered, focused on the asphalt road as though it was a mystery that he found intriguing.
I was moving with all the stealth that I possessed so that he wouldn't hear me. However, Viel was a wolf with incredible auditory senses. As soon as I broke out of the treeline, he lifted his head to look at me. "Kaylene," he muttered as he tried
