Wesley’s beta, David, had been through battles, hunts, ambushes, and even one very unfortunate encounter with a runaway vampire mule.
But nothing… absolutely nothing… prepared him for this.
Walking through a tiny human village high in the misty mountains.
In broad daylight.
Trying to “blend in.”
He cleared his throat, shoulders stiff as he strolled past the weekly farmer’s market, attempting to appear casual.
He even held a basket.
An empty basket.
“Just a normal human,” David muttered under his breath. “Buying… vegetables. Humans love vegetables. I love vegetables. I can definitely pretend to love vegetables—”
“Morning, werewolf!” a cheerful old woman chirped from behind her tomato stand.
David froze.
His smile twitched. “M–morning. I mean… human morning
