Lainie pulled back into the parking lot behind town hall, ready to call the day over. Between old man Leary complaining about his neighbor's dog crapping in his yard and Miss Singleton out on the edge of town swearing she saw a dragon flying overhead the previous night, Lainie kept checking the calendar to see if a full moon was rising. There were just too many nutcases out today.
As she approached the back of the sheriff's department, she noticed Gavin Covington slipping out the back door, his slender frame straight as a gentle wind tousled his already unruly light brown hair. Gavin was an interesting individual, human, but deeply entrenched in the paranormal community having been adopted when he was barely five years old by Farren Covington, alpha of the major wolf pack in Draven Falls.
