Chapter Twelve

Erin’s point of view

I sigh; why is my life so complicated just lately?

What with all the drama over that Snake Warren and his cheating ass fucking around with the Mafia and now a wolf? For god’s sake, what the fuck is wrong with the people in this town as if werewolves are actually real….

Tonight, though my customers are convinced that they are real and that one has been seen by my back door, I laugh at old Ron as I say,

“Come on, Ron, do you mean a wolf or a werewolf? We all know werewolves are not real. I think you’ve had one too many beers, buddy,” I say with a giggle,

“I know what I saw yesterday. It’s a wolf-like creature and seems not from our world,” he says as I shake my head.

“Can you describe that creature for me?”

“I didn’t dare to look at it clearly. A wolf or a werewolf is none of my business. I just want to live safely!” he snaps.

I don't know if it's true or not, but it’s too late to stop the rumours. And once again, I watch as people begin to leave my bar, too afrai