I had actually found a werewolf.
My eyes went back to the cucumber guy.
He was gripping the shopping cart so hard, it almost looked like the metal was bending. His expression was neutral, but deadly.
“Wait, are you…” The guy next to the werewolf trailed off. He leaned over, like he was trying to look at Cucumber’s eyes. “Oh, fuck.”
He must’ve been a werewolf too.
Or at least he knew what was going on.
I looked at him again, and another sound tore through the air.
It was angrier. More savage. Almost like a snarl.
“Look at Nico,” the newcomer barked.
My gaze jerked back to the red-eyed wolf dude. He was still staring at me, and the shopping cart’s handle was definitely a little bent. His muscles looked even bigger somehow.
Nico must’ve been Cucumber Guy’s name.
It was way too normal for a werewolf. He should’ve been named Fang or Cedar or something.
His eyes closed, and a shudder rolled down his spine.
“Do you know about werewolves?” Nico’s friend asked.
“Only what I learned from smutty romance books.” The answer slipped out before I could stop it.
Nico’s eyes flew open.
They were still red.
Maybe brighter, even.
“Fantastic,” the friend muttered. “I’ll be back. Don’t look at any other men, and don’t move. Better yet, step closer to Nico.”
He disappeared around the corner.
I watched Nico stare at me for a moment.
Was he thinking about killing me?
Kissing me?
Eating me?
…if it was eating me, I really hoped it was the fun version.
“I’m not sure what exactly is happening here,” I said.
He didn’t reply.
He didn’t even blink.
Maybe if I moved closer to him like his friend suggested, he’d have an easier time talking?
Honestly, I should’ve been running in the other direction.
