That seemed to take Clyde aback for a moment. “I—w-well, sure, but…” He snorted irritably, arms crossing over his chest with a huff. “Just watch out for your dad. Aiden’s family has a tendency to stab people in the back.”
That wasn’t a subject I was about to get into. “Get on over there, okay? They can’t start playing without their only competent player.”
A smile spread across Clyde’s face as he jogged over, leaving me to stand alone with what felt like the weight of the world on my shoulders. I thought having a werewolf friend would be so much cooler than this.
“Lycanthrope,” I corrected under my breath before joining the others.
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My first trip to Ayersville’s forests had been terrifying, to say the least—under the darkness of night, all on my own, without a clue as to where
