Dominic couldn't help but make a derogative snort at Natalie's words. "That guy is an asshole." He wanted to rant and rave, but he knew this wasn't the time. So, he gentled his voice as he asked, "How did she die?"
Again she hesitated and again he gave her that look. "My mom and Ava's mom were close friends. Every Sunday they'd go to the market in town and take me and Ava with them. On this one day, I couldn't go because I was in the basement -"
"The basement?" There was something in the sound of her voice that had his hackles rising.
"It was my dad's version of a punishment."
"He used to confine you?" Hell, that would be bad for any kid but for a werewolf...
"It's all part of that 'him being an asshole' thing. Anyway…On the way into town, some blitzed guy in a banged-up Chevy crashed into them, sent them toppling over…It was thought that the three of them were unconscious when it went up in flames. The drunken bastard was fine."