Chapter 100

Quinn

"Where are we going?" I asked Troy.

"You'll see," he said mysteriously. "Dinner first though."

By the time we were done with our supper the sun was already setting.

I expected that we'd go to some kind of club or bar in Haverton, but Troy kept driving until we reached a town that was almost a hundred miles away. I knew this place, but not the name of the town. I passed through it on my way to Haverton. It was big enough to stay anonymous, but not so big that one could disappear.

“There are almost no wolves here,” Troy declared.

“Oh. Right,” I mumbled.

My heart thrummed out a steady rhythm against my ribs. I was alight with excitement and nerves as Troy pulled into a half full parking lot outside a nightclub. "It's a fetish club," he declared, "but we are not going inside."

Cars came and went, the headlights illuminating the inside of our vehicle as they drove past. “Get in the back seat,” Troy ordered.

I climbed through the gap between the two front seats, but Troy got out and w