Kylie’s POV
Damn, it’s hot again.
Lifting the hem of my top up, I use it to wipe my face, only to find that it does nothing when the top itself is already wet.
Ugh. So gross.
Slowing the golf cart to a stop, I lean over the steering wheel and put my head against it.
What the hell am I going to do?
Leave?
I should leave.
I mean, who knows, maybe I was hallucinating last night, maybe I was drugged…and everyone here is just bat-s**t crazy.
Or…maybe I’m crazy?
Werewolves can’t possibly exist, right?
“Dammit!” I bang my forehead against the steering wheel.
“Kylie?”
Shit.
Lifting my head, I notice a large group of people pulling their golf carts to a stop just past mine.
Well, now I definitely look crazy.
“What are you doing here?”
“Mike?”
Milo Kinston’s friend is climbing out
