Danny had just begun to tell Nick all about himself when I jumped next to him. Danny’s pupils dilated and I grinned wickedly, before asking,

“What’s wrong, leech?”
“Nothing, dog-mutt.”

Ugh. A combination of two insults—I’d have to get him later for that. Silently Nick reached over and pulled on Danny’s rat tail hair. Danny frowned and turned around to stare at him.

“So, wait a minute, you’re a vampire?”

Nick whispered. Danny nodded. Danny told me that only the other day he’d first drank blood. I didn’t now whether to believe him or not.

Danny nodded. I made a face and stuck out my tounge at him, but I was willing to play along. Then Danny said my name.

“Carlie, here… She’s a werewolf.”

I nodded absentmindedly. Nick’s jaw dropped and he stared at the two of us in disbelief. I grinned again.

Nick sighed. Suddenly Danny tensed and looked around, and so did I.

“Hunter,” I growled.
“No duh, Carlie. Vamp’ and were’ hunter.”

A long string of curses flew from my lips. No time…