I wouldn't say my car is the best place to talk, not when it's just me and her, the air between us already too thick to breathe in comfortably.
But out here, surrounded by humans, there's no telling if there are werewolves among them.. ones who might recognize us, who might catch even the faintest scent of the truth.
I can't risk it.
People talk.
They exaggerate, twist things, fill in the gaps with whatever makes the story more exciting, even when they don't know the truth.
We might be standing here, a few steps apart, barely even looking at each other but by the time the words have been passed around enough, it will turn into something else entirely.
You'll hear it whispered in hallways, murmured over drinks, traded like currency: Alpha Eryx was out with a servant… the very one who's his brother's mate now… and they were kissing.
So I make her get into my car, no matter how much she resists. She tries to argue, tries to turn away, but I still get her to enter.