Placing her hands in her lower back, Eve bent backward, stretching her sore muscles as she stared at the bags of mulch in the trunk of her car. Now was one of those times she wished she had the strength and stamina of one of her shifter friends. It seemed so unfair at times that she was stuck in her frail human form surrounded by supernatural beings such as shifters and vampires. Even Adira, Bull Creek’s only resident witch, had power at her fingertips, literally, to protect herself or handle trivial tasks. All Eve had was the knife she carried at her waist. Of course, she received plenty of strange looks whenever out in public. What normal woman carried a knife at her side? Just the crazy ones.
Eve sighed as she closed her trunk and stepped around to the driver’s side of the car. It was
