Apparently Kelley drove a Mercedes.

That made a lot of sense, actually.

He didn’t bat an eyelash at the unconscious werewolf I folded into his trunk. I wasn’t too worried about their comfort for a number of reasons, and I didn’t give it much thought. I figured they should be happy I didn’t leave them on the side of the road.

I suppose it was possible they’d made the choices they had due to being imprinted, but that was something I was going to have to work out ...