Chapter 114: Werewolves...Here?

Carla

Weres? Here on the beach? Carla clutched her purse hoping none of them had X-ray vision or could sense the moonstone somehow. Shit, what if they could smell it? She trembled and fought the urge to bolt. Running excited predatory animals. They were here to welcome her and Ty. Right?

If they wanted the stone, she couldn't give it to them. Not yet. Not until she was finished with it. She didn't care who had it, vamps or weres, as long as they didn't kill her afterward.

Her leg muscles were stiff and awkward like they'd been asleep. She took a step and stumbled, but Ty grasped her elbow.

"Follow my lead." His abrupt tone made her jump. Keeping his hand on her arm, he guided her forward. "And those are the White Mountains. If we had our rock gear, we could climb up there after the tour."

Her tongue dried in her mouth, and she struggled to swallow. The weres kept coming, glowers on their faces. Not good. So not good.