They drove in his truck, taking great pains to make sure they weren’t followed by going offroad, doubling back, and never moving in a straight line toward the Madre Vena silver mine. It didn’t matter too much if they were being followed. The lair of the Hellhound was where they would convene shortly. But Katelyn wanted time alone with Justin.And with Trick.Butterflies flickered in her stomach. Trick hadn’t contacted her since he had spoken to her at the window. Now that she knew it was Trick, she wondered why he sounded so different when he spoke to her that way — poetic and otherworldly. She supposed he lived in another world now, just as she did. She remembered when he had told her that something was wrong with him. Is that how he saw it? Did he regret it? Maybe it was something passed down from father to son, and it hadn’t taken with her father. Maybe he hadn’t been a werewolf, but a Hellhound gone wrong.I’ll make Grandpa tell me, she thought. He owes me at least that much.“You’re thinking awfully hard over there,”
