Chapter 12
“Wolf shifters,” Angie said for the fifth time. “What is going on? And they’re FBI agents in Charming?”
Angie’s train of thought seemed to keep coming, and she was saying whatever came to mind. Marcus just sat next to her and nodded, said an occasional mmhmm, and let her talk. Every once in a while she would say something along the lines of, “And you didn’t tell me.” It was never a question; simply a statement. To this, Marcus said nothing.
They were sitting on the porch as the sunlight fell away. The clouds were beginning to recede and Marcus could just make out the stars as they started to shine their way through the sky; if it wasn’t for his eyesight, he knew he wouldn’t be able to see them.
“Can’t we get any peace and quiet?” he growled, turning towards the drivew
