Chapter 29 A Shape At The Edge Of Things

• At first, it was such a small thing that Emily almost didn't say anything.
• It happened on the drive home from the diner, two days after she’d mentioned Thursday dinner to Noah. There was a car—dark, boring, the kind of car you forget the second you look away—that seemed to be making every single turn she made. It lasted just long enough to feel intentional, but not long enough to be an obvious chase. She tried to brush it off.
• “It's a coincidence,“ she told herself. Or maybe it was just the paranoia kicking in. After discovering that werewolves, rogue Alphas, and ancient bloodlines were actually real, it made sense that she’d start seeing monsters in every unremarkable sedan on the road.