It still felt a little strange to Rafe to be working on cars when he had gotten so used to being a policeman. But at least he knew that cars would never turn on him, would never try to wreck his career to make him feel guilty for choosing it in the first place. Even as far away from his family as he was, the old wounds never really healed, but Rafe was doing his best to get on with his new life.
He was glad for the Walker pack. All of them, and especially Ray, had proven that there were others of his kind who were not like his family, who were helpful and cared about each other. He might not have been quite to the point of wanting to live with other werewolves, but he was definitely glad to be part of a pack. At this particular moment, he had just finished up rotating the tires on a car when the bell dinged, and Rafe came around to the front of the shop to find Simon. "Hey Simon, how's it going?" he inquired, wiping some sweat off his forehead, "What brings you in today?”