Instead of going back to the cabin Dean insisted that we go into town which I was really dreading.
I knew the humans didn’t know any better, except that I had been seen with all three brothers and they were probably calling me a slut.
That didn’t worry me as much as the werewolves. I could only imagine what they were saying.
But Dean insisted that we stop at the diner and get some breakfast.
The cabin is pretty sparse of food because I hadn’t been there long and none of us had had any time to come in shopping for food.
We were sitting in the booth waiting for our food to arrive when we heard the door open and Izzy walked in with her posse.
“How the hell does that b***h always know where we are?” I asked.
“I honestly think she has a tracker on us somewhere.” Dean jokes. But un
