CHAPTER 67: HAZEL

Wholly prepared for Shane coming to get more information or even just to have a little fun,

Hazel was more than a little surprised when II arrived once more in the basement. Having thrown

herself down onto the chair at the sound of footsteps above her head, placing her feet beside the chair

legs and her arms upon the rests as if she were still tied to the damned thing, she jumped up with

relief the moment that Snarl ’s familiar scent wafted down the stairs with the opening of the door.

Yet even as he hurried down the stairs toward her, the scent of another werewolf hit her

nostrils and she quickly dropped back down onto the chair, half-expecting another to follow him

inside. Though she desperately wanted to cry out to him to make sure that he was okay, she held her

breath waiting until the door slammed shut behind him, surrounding them in darkness, and all Hazel

could hear was the sound of a single set of footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Snarl, what the hell is going on?” H