A slight whisper of feet across the grass—one I picked up with my Werewolf hearing—alerted me, and I twirled around, made a sudden shriek at the same time seeing the orange-and-brown-afghan-wrapped shifter stepping out from behind a tree.
“They're upstairs,” Dante said. “What's got you so spooked tonight, anyway?”
“I have to tell you?” I said, nettled. I turned and stalked toward my Jeep. Following me, he slid into the seat next to me as I took the keys from him and started up the engine. I'd taken the Jeep to a mechanic to get it ready for winter to drive in deep snow. My little prissy car wasn't going to go through two feet of snow. I would soon park the Solstice in the garage, and there it would remain for about six months.
“I don't know how much you remember from when you were a dog
