Spartanburg was out in full force. Even with the show raging inside the amphitheater, the parking lot and corridors were slammed with fans. Had I not been trying to navigate my way through them inconspicuously, I'd have been impressed.
Wulf stayed close behind, growling every time someone came too close. I clutched his hand tightly, pulling him to me. Less than inches separated us, but I'd carry him on my back if needed. My job was to protect my coven, even if only from a mob of filthy humans.
"It's about f*cking time!" Anthony barked. He spotted us and came out from behind the merchandise booth.
I glanced questioningly back at Wulf, who knew precisely what I was asking. "You can't hide from your mate. No spell will keep you concealed from his eyes."
"Well, that sucks," I mumbled,
