Anthony’s POV
This time, we left in Mariam’s truck, accompanied by Leander, who would intervene if necessary to convince Tiffany’s mother about what had happened and how the son of the man she was now defending had ordered her daughter to be roasted alive.
Although lycan abilities included swimming skills, driving wasn’t one of them, so I had to drive again. We already knew the way to Tiffany’s house. We parked out front, and the door opened before we could even ring the bell.
“I figured you’d come,” Tiffany said. “Come on in. I’ll call my parents.”
Leander, Mariam, and I exchanged a look. Mariam shrugged, reminding me with that gesture just how clever the cheerleader was.
Although the pack house was much larger, Tiffany’s home had nothing to envy ours. Luxury oozed from the walls, th
