Her nemesis

THIRD PERSON'S POV

The dark, eerie path ahead was the cue Zoey needed to kill off her engine and walk the remaining road ahead. No way could she ride through the narrow path.

With a sigh and a nervous gulp, she alighted her car. Dressed in all-black attire, it was easy to sync with the darkness. With her hoodie in place, she grabbed the touch from the passenger seat and the bag of money with her gloved hands.

She looked around for the thousandth time, making sure no one was keeping a tail on her. She was more wary of Luther and his minions, and that was why she kept checking. Just to be a million percent sure.

Convinced that she wasn't being followed, she started down the eerie path. She put a leash on her urge to gag from how dirty and disgusting the path was. It was the ghetto side of the Pack, and only bums, thugs, and dirt-poor werewolves live in this area.

Zoey was scared, disgusted, and furious. Why the hell did he have to ask her to meet him here? What happened to the fancy ho