"I can't believe you've become a regular at a bar," Danette teased, sipping on her pink Cosmopolitan in the reserved booth at Lunatics. It was a Thursday evening in early April. Jack and I had been together for long enough that my friends were used to him by now.

"And a wolf bar at that," Jessamy added ruefully. Jess was a sweetie, but a little class-conscious, and yeah, hanging out with Jack, I'd finally sorted out the class struggle between vamps and wolves. So some vamps ...