Zevran.
Leilani and I drove for such a very long time that I began to wonder where exactly we were headed.
A couple of minutes had passed with me following at a reasonable distance behind her, and when at some point, she stopped and packed her car, I froze. Because…
We were almost at the borders of a dangerous pack of Lycans named Shadowvane or shadowstone… or something along those lines.
I watched her quietly as she slipped out of her car, and it wasn't until this moment that I realized the reason behind her current choice of clothes: it was to help her blend with the darkness. It was to hide her from probable public scrutiny— not like it would help with how out of place she looked.
Her ponytail was too high and her eyes darted around her environment a little too many times.
