Chapter 13
“Werewolves don’t exist!” I gasped.
Speak for yourself, the monster grumbled.
“Caaw!” interjected Adena, perhaps in response to me but more likely reacting to knuckles rapping against the window above my head.
I gasped, rising so quickly blood rushed out of my brain and left me light-headed. On the other side of the glass, Claw stood with eyebrows elevated. He was wearing nothing other than a t-shirt and thin shorts.
“The President is ready for you,” he murmured. And even though I shouldn’t have been able to hear him through the glass and the door that separated us, his words and intentions were impossible to mistake.
He wanted me to drive him back to the airstrip. Wanted to get in my car and travel with me through the uninhabited forest.
Which all made perfect sense...ex
