I was not comfortable. I had absolutely nothing against limousine rides, possibly in a romantic setting, but not in the company of two werewolves, the first of which, the driver, Uncle Fester of the Adams family.
A terribly shallow observation: not all werewolves are necessarily super sexy, even if most, to my knowledge, were. As long as you put aside their personality or the fact that you just want to gut them.
The second, the one sitting next to me, kept staring at me with the look of a scientist trying to solve a complex equation. I ended up being too aware of this heightened attention towards me, to such an extent that swallowing my saliva became difficult.
I was going to meet the Alpha of the big bad, and the prospect made my stomach ache. Chatting with Koran’s father had already b
