Chapter 72

Or maybe a werewolf was actually as scary as hell, but not nearly as frightening as the idea of having just run a vampire off.

My wolf.The words had come too easy to his mind and lips. Not thewolf, but mywolf.

He pulled into his parents’ driveway. He shut off the lights to the truck and then sat in the dark, pondering existence and concepts. When his father pulled in beside him and tapped on his window, Randy didn’t even jump. He merely opened the door.

“Sitting in the dark?” his father asked with a smile. “Are you contemplating life or considering suicide? Because I’d really hate to see you lower the property value so close to your mother retiring.”

Randy gave his father’s joke a half-smile. “I’m going back to Wolf,” he said.

His father nodded. “Good.” He held up a paper bag twisted around what could only be a bottle. “Come in and have a drink.”

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