You watch the parade of motorbikes whiz by, some of them raising their hands to wave to you and your pack as they pass. For a split second, you catch a glimpse of Shawnie, face guard up, grinning.
But just as quickly, she's gone. And that's it. Her and her pack are past the 'border' and in your territory.
"Let's get this over with," Vicky mutters, twisting the key in the ignition, and turning the car to follow.
"Over with?" Ed snorts. "You've got to be kidding. You do realise this is a pack gathering, right? Aka the best fucking thing that ever happens to werewolves."
"You're an introvert," Vicky reminds him. "Stop pretending you're going to enjoy this."
"Only if you stop pretending you're going to hate it."
Vicky doesn't say anything more.
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