One of the werewolves had gotten away. Wasn't that what the vampire Red said? It was why I spent ten minutes hiding behind the bridge that led to the Palace, before I gathered enough courage to go searching for my car. My nose said that there were no paranormals anywhere close to me. I could trust my nose, couldn't I?
And if I didn't make it to my car soon, I was going to pass out.
It felt like hours passed before I finally slipped into the driver's seat.
The car was intact, not a single scratch on it, and it smelled like it always did. Nobody had been inside. Nobody had planted anything on it, either. I'd seen stuff like that in the movies. Tracker, bomb—you name it. But my car smelled clean.
