There's something surreal about being escorted home by vampires after giving birth to wolf cubs in an evil scientist's underground lair. If someone had told me six months ago that this would be my life, I'd have laughed in their face right before checking them into the nearest psychiatric facility with excellent Yelp reviews.
Yet here we were, our convoy of vehicles cutting through the pre-dawn forest, Iron Claws riding alongside like some supernatural motorcycle club, while honest-to-god vampires flitted through the trees in a protective perimeter that made the hair on my neck stand up even as I recognized the necessity of their presence.
"Still can't wrap my head around it." I glanced out the window where Elara's copper hair occasionally caught the moonlight as she moved with that inhu
