Page 62 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

Athena crouched low and ran in a zigzag for the vehicle, the fog making her difficult to spot. The pavement here hadn’t buckled as bad, and she managed to not trip.

When she suddenly came face to face with an armed man, she couldn’t say who was more surprised.

“Duck!” Derek yelled from closer than expected.

She dropped. So did the guy when the bullet took him in the chest.

Having reached the rumbling van, she rounded the open driver-side door and found a body on the ground, bled out from the nick at his neck. She peeked in to see the front seats empty, but in the back…

A very big and unconscious wolf.

Ares… Oh shit. How to hide this from Derek?

There was no time. Derek was by her side and saw the wolf. “Don’t panic. Your brother’s alive,” he stated, running his hands over Ares’ flanks. “A few injuries but nothing that can’t be patched.”

He knew.

“You’re okay with…” She waved a hand at her brother’s furry shape.

His lips quirked. “It was a bit of a shock hearing about it, but it explains a lot. Although I will go on the record now saying if you sniff my butt, I am not responsible for what you smell.”

Her laughter sounded out of place. “Fair enough.” She turned from the van. “The doctor’s not in the truck.”

“He can’t have gotten far.” Derek squinted at the fog.

“Which direction, though?” She scanned best she could, but in this shape, her senses of hearing, sight, and most especially smell were greatly reduced.

If she were a wolf, though…

She glanced at Derek. Would he notice her slipping away?

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to find Rogers. If he escapes, then we’ll need to disappear. Which is fine for us, but Mom won’t want to leave the farm.”

“This fog is too thick,” he grumbled.

“For human senses, yes.”

“Do it.” He understood right away.

“You won’t be freaked out?”

“Depends. You going to tear my face off?”

“Nah. You’re cute. Although I might bite other parts.” She waggled her brows.

His lips quirked. “You should get going before Rogers gets too far.”

“Okay. Maybe look away?”

He turned around, and she quickly stripped, tossing her clothes in the van to keep them from the damp ground. Then she had to concentrate. Unlike her brother, she needed to drop into an almost Zen-like state when trying to shift without the full moon.

It took a few calming breaths.

In.

Out.

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