Liam and Jack were waiting for me by the car, leaning against the sleek black metal like a pair of high-fashion bodyguards.
I tightened my grip on my backpack strap. The idea of being trapped in a confined space with two werewolves—one being my ex-brother-turned-mate and the other my childhood tormentor—made my skin itch. But today was Liam’s last day living at the house before his official move to the city, and refusing him wasn't an option.
"Shotgun!" I called out, diving for the front seat before Jack could move.
"So," Liam said, sliding into the driver's seat. The engine purred to life, a low growl that vibrated through the floorboards. "Who are you going with?"
I buckled my seatbelt, staring resolutely out the window. "Going where?"
"Prom," he clarified, his voice tight.
"I don'
