C22 TWENTY-TWO

Clyde watched as she drove the car with trembling fingers. He couldn’t discern whether she was still shaken by what happened or just scared of going to the pack house at night.

From the corners of his eyes, he kept watching her. Nothing was terrifying about his pack at night, except that most werewolves loved to go hunting. He knew that would terrify her, but she was going with him anyway