We pulled up to the Safe Haven location, and I sat in the car, nervous for what might be to come. I couldn’t think of anyone who would specifically be asking for me here, outside of maybe Gabriella, but even she might not have known about a Safe Haven for werewolves. Which reminded me that I desperately needed to call her.
The same guards were posted at the entrance, nodding to us as the heavy metal doors slowly slid open. I appreciated the fact that Canadians fortified these places to keep the unwanted out.
The automated message played the spiel that we heard the first time we arrived here, and I silently wondered to myself if Harlow ever got a day off.
Once the second set of doors opened, Harlow greeted us with a tight-lipped smile. She looked stressed, that stress being directe
