Evan
My hands are on the wheel, and I turn right to drive up to a hotel I saw in the distance. The roads are dark. Rain is smattering against the window, and my passenger is hysterical.
It seems she hates storms.
Thunder strikes, and Stella shouts. "NO! Thunder, go away!"
Interesting little thing. Does Stella really think screaming will help?
She rattles in her seat when the lightning flashes, and I try not to laugh when she shields her eyes. I might not be in love with Stella, but damn, she is pretty damn cute.
I aim a teasing smile her way. "You're this special time-traveling silver werewolf, and you're afraid of a little storm and some rain?"
"Yes..." Stella doesn't even bother to deny it. Her big, sad eyes meet mine in the rear-view mirror. "I'm terrified of lightning storms a
