The football boys had left the bottom of the staircase at least so I had a straight shot to the front door. Or so I thought. I was only part way down, Alison moaning beside me, when a crowd began to gather at the foot of the steps. One look told me what I needed to know.

Werewolves. Raoul had broken his promise. Galleytrot was not going to be happy.

But they didn't make a move to hurt me, just formed a half circle of solid bodyguard and wouldn't let me pass. Burdened ...