Tyler’s POV

Jose seems weird.

            He addresses me by Alpha instead of Ty or Jane. And he’s wearing jeans and a shirt when I told him to wear a suit.

            “Let’s go hunting,” Jason patted me once on the shoulder. My eyes remained on the busy street, where the crescent moon brightens the dark heavens.

            I trailed after Jason and Karlos after a minute, the latter in his wolf form; his fur is a cloak of shadows. We were crossing a deserted alley drenched in darkness when a car honked, stopping us in the middle of the street.

            “I stopped by a car repair shop since I don’t know how...