Chapter Fifty-One

Hector was away for the morning. Ken, Tiffany and I were at home sipping soda and guessing the many possible things Sam was.

“What if she’s some secret FBI, CIA agent or some high profile person looking for werewolves and other kinds or mystical creatures?” Tiffany offered. I rolled my eyes at that.

“She just turned 20.” Sam seemed too young to fit that kind of a job.

“Mmmh, Maya has a point.” Ken agreed.

“Babe, you are supposed to be on my side.” Tiffany scolded with a pout.

“Oh, uh… she has a point, but your idea is possible. She could be the youngest recruit.” Ken said, hoping that would get him back on his girlfriend’s good side. She smiled up at him from his lap and he stroked her hair.

“Gosh, I would be worse than blind if I walked into school and did not know that you two were dating, hell no. There has to be someone who sees the signs or suspects something.”

Ken looked down at Tiffany with admiration. She probably never thought she could win the school’s star boy, like e