Page 87 of Fangs and Fudge

“To where all the boy wolves live. Vena wants to know if you’re all built like that. For the love of everything holy, Doc, we need to find Anchor soon. He distracted her.”

Doc blinked at me.

“You’re going there so Vena can…”

“Try to see another naked werewolf?” I finished for him. “Yeah, Shepard should have thought things through before he did what he did. Can you be ready to go in ten?”

Doc looked like I kicked him, and I grinned, not even trying to hide my amusement.

“We’ll make it through today together,” I said. “Hopefully, I can distract her with visiting Gunther if she veers out of control.”

My plan was pretty brilliant if I thought so myself. At no point had I lied. Vena would totally snatch the opportunity to see a naked man if the situation presented itself.

Now, all I needed to do was convince Gunther to be our inside man by appealing to him just like Vena had appealed to me–through his potentially shared experience.

I sent a text to Vena and Cross with the plan, and Vena was ready at the door when it was time to go.

Doc let out an audible sigh as we piled into her car, and Vena took off at breakneck speed.

“They’ll still be there even if you go the speed limit,” Doc said.

“So, how many wolves stay at the house?” she asked, playing her part. “And are the showers communal, or are they private?”

Doc opened his mouth and then closed it. He then tugged his phone from his pocket and held it to his ear, giving me the just-a-minute sign with his finger.

Vena grinned from ear to ear.

By the time we arrived at the wolf lodge, Doc had been thoroughly harassed and was ready to bolt the moment he walked us inside.

“Let me know when you’re ready to leave,” he said. “Oh, if you’re hungry, just go to the kitchen. It’s close to lunchtime. If you want to say hi to Gunther again, he’s been hanging out by the patio. There are guards out there that will watch over you.”

When we both nodded innocently, suspicion crept into his gaze.

“That all sounds great. But who can I see naked first?” Vena asked.

Doc cleared his throat, mumbled something, then fled.

She chuckled and pulled me along the hallway and out to the patio. Gunther was right where Doc said he would be, and he was glaring at Sierra while she poked along the bushes. Only one guard stood on the patio to watch her.

“Hi, Gunther,” I said, taking a seat next to him as if this was a real visit. “How are you doing?”

“I’m pretty much healed.” The look in his eyes said it was only his body that had healed. His mind would take much longer.

I reached over to pat his arm, but he shied away from it.

“Uh, sorry,” he said. “It’s not you.”

“No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to touch you.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. I’m still a little jumpy from the…incident.” He muttered a curse about vampires under his breath. While I would never wish what happened to him on anyone, his anger worked perfectly into our plans.

Pulling out my phone, I handed it to him.

“If you add yourself as a contact, I promise to bring you something sweet whenever you need it.”

He looked from me to the phone, hesitated, then entered his info. As soon as he handed it back, I sent him a text.

Me: Revenge on the vampires would be pretty sweet, wouldn’t it?

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