“My name is Summer,” she told Void. “There are werewolves around here? Great. And what did you do to them?”
“Yes,” he said simply, thinking of the best way to answer her question. “I may have possessed one of their pets.”
She leaned forward and dropped her head against the table. “So now you’re running from them, and about six inches high, and in my apartment, and presumably not lying to me. Why me?”