It was Friday afternoon, a few hours before the Moon Ball. Tyler and I had just finished sparring and were headed to the packhouse when a convoy reached it. One flamboyant red sports car stood out among the black SUV.
Soon enough, Alex and his parents were at the door of the packhouse, welcoming the guests in.
The door of the sports car opened at long last, revealing a curvy brunette who could not be a day older than twenty. She wore her hair long and had sparkling baby blue eyes.
A few quick steps and she was flinging herself at Alex who sidestepped just in time, thus making her stumble.
Another stalker, I thought to myself with a snort.
“Xander,” she whined, much like a child who had been denied candy.
“Myra,” he greeted her coolly.
And then, he avoided her touch as if it burnt hi
