“Yes, lucky for you and your mom and your dad. Sheriff McGraw doesn’t leave many witnesses alive.”
“Why is he so afraid though? So what if werewolves get out to the public,”
“You were in New York when all of the killings happened. You know why they can’t show themselves in public.” She shifted herself onto an elbow and looked down at him. “Just think about how everyone reacted,”
“Panicked,” he nodded, remembering the curfews. They would start by nine-o’-clock and end at dawn. “But there’s something else, here. What is it?”
Erika sighed tiredly, “My father,” she said. “He’s a werewolf hunter,”
“Like my dad,”
She nodded, “You could say that. He still has ties to the organization but he isn’t trusted.”
“Why?” Michael was intrigued.
“Not tonight,” she lay back down and finally took her hand off his shoulder.
“You got this far,”
“If I tell you would you finally go to sleep?” Erika yawned to emphasize the point of her tiredness.
“Alright,” he said, “I will.”
“My dad’s a werewolf, werewolf hunter,”
She shrugged like it was no big deal and smiled at him. His heart fluttered a little. “Good night,”
“Good night,” he said.
“Oh and Michael,”
“If you touch me my dad will know…”
“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” he said, turning his back to her. She giggled and it was the last thing he heard before entering sleep.
Okay you see; this just ruined- revealed- too much. Yes, I just spoiled a minor part myself. However I am making a point. Mark, who Erika speaks of, can tell Michael himself later about pretending to be a werewolf Blade.