^Charlotte
“So, where exactly are we galloping off to, Lyta?” I asked, finally breaking the comfortable silence as he steered the sleek black SUV away from the castle gates, the powerful engine a soft purr beneath us.
Asher, my brother, was already ahead in his car, with Lily and Kade riding shotgun. I was in the passenger seat, my wolf restless, and Kenna was perched gracefully in the back seat behind Lyta.
“Mountainside Bar and Grill, Charlotte,” he answered, his voice calm and steady as we glided through the heavy wrought-iron gates, which hummed quietly as they swung open.
“Any good? My stomach’s doing the Mambo, demanding immediate sustenance. I’m pretty sure my wolf is contemplating eating the dashboard.”
“Best in town, hands down. Not that the competition is particularly fierce
