The Sigma Wolf
Tossing my bag into the middle of the seat I hopped up and got situated inside of his old pickup truck.
The heavy rain had turned into a light mist, causing a gray fog to permeate the forest, creating a horror vibe.
“Thanks for driving me; I would have shuddered having to walk through that,” I commented to Marcus, who chuckled.
“Better watch out for the werewolves, Sylvie,” he teased me yet again and I side-eyed him incredulously.
“Next you will tell me to hide my neck from the vampires,” I muttered and heard him growl.
“Demons are worse,” he murmured, causing me to glare at him as he drove.
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