“This isn’t a car, it’s a chariot,” Sand said in awe when he saw Andre’s McLaren Spider.
Andre laughed. “It does the job of getting me from A to B. Maybe a bit flashier than some of the other cars on the road, but where’s the fun in owning something you’re not proud of?”
“Good point, says the guy whose preferred vehicle is a twelve-year-old jeep,” Sand replied ruefully as they got into the car.
“I suspect you go into the mountains fairly often so that makes sense.”
“I do, when I can. Especially on the night of the full moon when I have to let my werewolf out.”
“Do you at other times?” Andre asked. “Let it out, I mean.”
“Of course. It’s half of what I am. Or, I suppose, it’s all of what I am but I spend most of my time in my human form to survive in the world.” Sand chuckled. “Besides
