HIRAM’S POV:
As I make my way down to East End Motors, I try to keep a clear mind. There is a lot to take care of, but I have to begin somewhere. Still, my mind keeps bugging me about what Juniper said earlier. It is obvious something is wrong, but I cannot quite place it. I begin to wonder if she is truly just human or if she is a werewolf with some kind of mystique power that enables her to hide her true identity.
“No, you’re losing your mind, Hiram,” I mutter to myself, gripping the steering wheel tightly. I shake my head, forcing my focus back on the road. Right now, I need to deal with Larry, I tell myself, trying to ground my thoughts.
East End Motors finally comes into view—a dingy lot surrounded by a chain-link fence. The sign above the gate is weathered and barely legible. I pu
