Let's See What Happens

From his place on the back deck overlooking the lake, Malachy could see the party progress as the night went on. He stayed out there, just watching, even when he knew he shouldn’t.

He told himself that even though Claire was 18, he shouldn’t concern himself with her. If she wanted to spend her night drinking and dancing with her friends, then that was her decision. Still, he couldn’t help the little ping of jealousy that entered his mind as he pictured her grinding up on some horney teenage boy.

Growling, he chugged his tall glass of blood, then chased it with a glass of whiskey. Slamming both glasses down on the wooden rail, he noticed the red and blue lights that were flashing as they drew closer to the party.

Someone called the cops on those poor kids. They can’t get away with anything in this small town.

He only hoped that Claire was behaving herself and shouldn’t need to worry about running from the cops. Then he saw the back door open as Claire, Quinn and the were-pup ran