Present
Sheridan
Once again I find myself clambering down the wall of the river basin in the middle of the night. The shifter equivalent of pistols at dawn.
I lose my footing and skid down the dry rocks.
“Need help?” I startle at the sudden voice at my elbow. Nero appears next to me.
“No,” I snap. It was his stupid fault I’m here anyway, scuffing the hell outta my Doc Martens. Well, his and Trey’s.
Stupid male wolves. Gotta piss on everything to prove they own it.
“Not gonna piss on me,” I mutter.
“Pardon?” The vampire oozes down the side of the arroyo, his snakeskin cowboy boots never seeming to touch the ground.
“Nothing.” I reach the bottom of the basin and look around. There are a few humans down here, frat boy types standing around a fire they made in a metal trash can, laugh
