Viola.

And once I stepped out of the limo tense, I found another car stalking us close, engine low-I spotted him through the tint and I smelt his nasty werewolf scent overpowering, Azaro's mark.

I gazed down there wary, he gestured to me sharp to get next to him in the passenger seat open and in seconds after I slid in, he started the car and speeded up away reckless, city blurring. "Where-? Slow down; talk!" I demanded, gripping door.

Until he stopped by a cliff overlooking the sea ...