“I’m not a shifter or a werewolf or a fairy,” I said to Bradley, hoping that if I planted a seed of doubt in one of them, I might be able to get out of this mess.

“Oh, but you are,” Peck said. “And these silver bullets will be the last thing you see.”

“You really are thick, aren’t you? I hate to break this to you, but bullets will kill anything, including humans. It doesn’t matter if they are dipped in silver or not.” There was no point in negotiating with these men any longer.

“Well, then it’s a good thing for us you’re human, isn’t it?” Peck asked...