Chapter 11
“You! Hold it right there.”
She turned to face them and then mentally kicked herself. She owed them nothing and she could tell by the tone of his voice that this wasn’t a polite conversation. You’ve already stopped. Just play it cool. There were three of them, all around her age, lean, lanky, dressed in jeans and t-shirts. A modern day suburban gang, she thought.
“Hey, you shift, you’re a dainty thing with a silver face, right?”
She nodded, though she’d never labelled herself as dainty before. “Why?”
“Took us a while to find you,” the ring leader said. His two buddies, both brunettes to their leader’s blonde, smirked.
“You’re Alan Mack, right?”
The blonde nodded, grinning. “Heard of me?”
“Sure, my mom knows your mom. We’re pack, remember?”
“You think being pack means we
