Given our plan of openly admitting that the wolves stitched me up, we agree that there’s no reason Dean shouldn’t drive me all the way to the front door of the property. As we drive, we chat more about the paranormal insanity that my life has become, and I learn a few interesting tidbits. For one thing, despite so many members of the town being paranormal, ninety-nine percent of the humans in the town do not know about its paranormal activity. For another, while Dean’s pack and Aidan’s coven are the only vamp/wolf gaggles in Pewter, there are hundreds more scattered about the country, and thousands more scattered about the world.
That’s about as far as we get before he pulls into the long, winding driveway.
There are police lights everywhere.
“s**t,” I curse as Dean slows to a stop a fe
