Chapter 23
Humans love the dark. Being unable to look into a companion’s face gives them an entirely unwarranted belief in anonymity...and Sebastien was no exception to that rule. So, like a church-goer shielded from view by the confessional, as soon as the headlights went dim my companion’s story came pouring forth.
“Your brother showed up on a Greyhound bus two years ago,” Sebastien told me, his voice steady in the darkness. He glanced toward me, providing an opening in which I might explain the familial mode of transportation. But I merely shook my head rather than taking the bait.
Because I couldn’t tell my companion that moving vehicles were exempted from the territorial rules governing werewolves. That my brother and I had both felt safe within those metal walls while passing thro
