As her black 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 pulled up to the pack gates and seductively growled at two male guards, Shay and her metal pet attracted their attention instantly. Shay looked around at the surroundings, ignoring the not at all discrete whistles directed at…her car. Back in the day she’d take offence in that, but now they just made her chuckle.
“How typical,” Shay thought as she rolled down the window and continued to investigate the scenery while she waited for one of the men on duty to walk over to her window and grant her admittance. The faster, the better, in Shay’s opinion. Being this close to Damian made her restless, anxious to see him as soon as possible.
The Nightblade Pack’s territory was approximately one and a half hour drive from the Amber coven’s compound so it
