Page 64 of Fighting Furry

“Forks,” I said. “Do you have them?”

A loud banging at the door snapped the preppy wolf's head around. “Go answer the door,” I said. “Tell them to go away.”

He nodded and trotted out of the kitchen. The door flung open, there was a roar and a crash, and I figured shit was about to get real. Why couldn't it have waited until I'd eaten? I ducked behind the center island, so I could get an idea of who was barging into the house, not because I was scared.

“She…She's in here,” the preppy wolf said.

“You better not be fucking with me.”

Axel? Was that Axel's growl? I popped up from behind the counter at the same moment a stampede of footsteps pounded down the stairs.

Axel stood on the other side of the counter, preppy wolf in one hand, Clarissa at his back. His eyes widened when he saw me. He rushed around the counter and grabbed me. “Are you hurt?”

“It's not my blood.”

“Well, well, well,” Alpha said, stepping into the kitchen. “Isn't this cozy?”

He spoke with braggadocio, but his expression was worried and the gun he had pointed at us shook in his hand.

“Put down the gun,” I said in my alpha voice, putting all my fear and anger and shame into it.

Alpha dropped the gun onto the counter like it was hot. Axel looked at me, mouth agape.

He turned and faced Alpha. “Have a seat,” he said. “And start talking. I want to know what the hell is going on here.”

“I don't think that would be a good idea.”

I smelled the cold, blood smell, this time mixed with artificial roses, before two women stepped into the kitchen, both vampires. One had short dark hair, dark skin, and piercings. The other looked like she could be the sorority girl to preppy boy's fraternity guy. Both were powerful. Maybe not as powerful as Jeremiah, but powerful enough to be a problem.

The pierced woman sniffed the air and looked at me, her eyes narrowing, her lips pinching with anger. “Jeremiah? What have you done to him.”

Now, there were a couple of different ways to play this and I was considering which would be the least damaging when preppy boy spoke up. “She told me she ripped his head off.”

I glared at him, Axel swore, and both women screamed in fury. I had all of two seconds to figure out that everything was about to go to hell before everything went to hell.

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