Chapter Twenty-Five
As I walked Crescent Street arm in arm with Beau, it struck me how different things felt than they did when I arrived two weeks ago. For starters, I was on a date with the golden retriever shifter that’d nearly given me a heart attack on my first day in Moon Grove, and people pointed and whispered about me as we passed.
For better or worse, I had a reputation around town — one that wasn’t helped by the latest edition of the Moon Grove Messenger, which featured a picture of my mug on the front page with the headline “Local Hero Stops Vampire Killer Dead in His Coffin.”
“You’re awfully quiet. What are you thinking?” Beau asked, bringing me out of the clouds.
“Oh, all kinds of things,” I laughed.
“I can imagine. It’s been one heck of a week for you,” Beau said.
“Hone
