H A I L E Y
"Wait, you mean Liam actually has a date? With a real girl?" Valerie shrieked over the phone, her voice a mix of shock and glee. "And she's a vampire? Oh, this is delicious! This is better than that werewolf soap opera we used to watch!"
"Val, it's not funny," I groaned, pacing the length of our bedroom. "Her father is Viktor. You know, the guy who called me a 'fleabag mutt' at that last inter-pack summit years ago? The one who tried to pass a motion banning werewolves from attending vampire balls?"
"Oh, I remember him," Valerie said, her tone turning sour. "Total pencil neck. But still, Hailey, let the boy live a little. He's eighteen. He's supposed to be making questionable choices. It's practically a rite of passage. Remember when you almost decided it was a good idea to
