“He kind of did.” I swatted him lightly, and he nipped at my fingers, making me laugh.
“ABBY!” Stella shouted.
It was definitely her.
I eased myself off the couch, wincing at the slight aches and pains. They’d be gone pretty quickly, but neither of us had been careful. Or gentle. “I’ll grab some clothes and talk to her before she wakes up the rest of the pack.”
“I’m coming.” Nico followed me inside, opening the door for me before I got to it myself.
One of his t-shirts had been ditched on the floor a few days later, so I tugged it over my head while he stepped into a pair of shorts.
Stella was still calling my name outside.
I grimaced as I hurriedly wiped the mess of Nico’s release off my inner thighs and stumbled out to the front porch. He grabbed the door for me again, close at my heels.
“ABBY, WHERE ARE—who the fuck are you?” Stella’s demand rang out. I still couldn’t see her, so she wasn’t talking to us.
She’d definitely woken up one of the guys.
Her scream tore through the air a moment later, and I took off running.
Nico caught me quickly, scooping me up off my feet and hauling ass in that direction. Unlike me, he didn’t struggle with the rocks or uneven terrain. At least one of us was on good terms with the outdoors.
He stopped abruptly when we found Graham standing in the middle of the road, right in front of Stella’s old truck.
His hands were in the air, his hair was even more of a mess than usual, and shock was written in every line on his face.
There was a wolf in front of him.
A wolf with red eyes, who was much, much smaller than Nico’s.
“Is that…” I trailed off, not wanting to say my friend’s name.
“She shifted,” Graham said, stunned.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“She was already a werewolf.” Nico set me down on my feet.
“How?”
“She would’ve had to be rejected,” he admitted.
“But why did she shift?” I pressed.
“Graham?” Nico looked at him.
Something told me Nico already had an idea, but wanted his friend to confirm it.
“She’s hunting me.” Graham stared at the wolf.
Stella’s wolf stared back.
Graham looked a little nauseous.
Maybe a little pale, too.
“Is he going to pass out?” I whispered to Nico.
