It was a long shot, but Darren rummaged through Aden’s bedroom searching for bullets. He didn’t expect to find silver ammunition, but then, he didn’t expect to be shooting at werewolves. He did find some, but they weren’t the right size for his gun. With a growl of frustration, he moved to the kitchen. Aden would have knives, at least. Which wasn’t ideal, but it was better than nothing. He wasn’t going to be a sitting duck, waiting for Ray or…
“Darren? Are you here?”
Jasmine.
His first thought was one of relief. Jasmine always knew what to do. She always made everything look so easy. She had a quick mind and quicker reflexes. Her presence meant nothing could get f****d up. It meant everything was under control. He didn’t know her real age, and he doubted Jasmine was her real name, but h
