Clayton
“So, you are a werewolf now?” Eric huffs as we get into my car.
“Yep,” I respond as I start the car.
“You have a dog living in your head?” He asks, and Jericho growls in my head.
‘I’m not a f*****g dog,’ He grumbles.
I let out a dry laugh as we drove out of Midnight Moon, “He doesn’t like being called a dog.”
“It talks?” Eric snorts.
“Yeah, a lot, actually,” I laugh.
‘You talk a lot,’ Jericho grumbles.
“Creepy. When did you become a werewolf?” Eric continues his questions. “I mean, did Frankie turn you into one?”
“No, their Goddess turned me,” I respond. “I don’t know when exactly, but Jericho started talking to me while I was being held captive by Christian and Harvey Clarke. We were supposed to wait till the next full moon to shift, but then Frankie was in distress,
