“Woo hoo!” I hollered, clapping for her as I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet. “Abi, that was awesome!”
“Abigail Murphy is the winner,” Grant proclaimed, and I was positive I detected pride in the ex-hunter’s voice.
“I want a rematch,” Piers grumbled as he took a step back, dusting the sand off his slacks.
Abi just twirled away, flashing him a bright grin as she stuck a victory pose for his benefit. He scowled, and Cody laughed. “Makes sense that a baby Dracula would be such a sore loser,” he said.
Piers gave him a dark look. “Would you like to go next, puppy?” he asked as he stood straighter.
“Oh, yeah!” Abi urged. “Fight, fight, fight, fight!”
Grant shook his head and rolled his eyes. That didn’t stop the pair as Cody and Abi exchanged places, leaving the young shifter a
