She didn’t answer.
Furball and I both knew Maya wouldn’t just leave.
She knocked again, just as loudly. “I know you’re in there, I see your truck outside!” Her voice was muffled by the door, but I could definitely still hear her.
Graham looked back at my wolf.
She made her way to his side and stepped in front of him, like she was trying to block his body with hers again.
Maya unlocked the door with her key, and it swung open quickly.
Her eyes landed on Graham. And narrowed.
He lifted his hands in surrender, like he had when he met my wolf.
She didn’t waste any time. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Graham. I assume you’re Maya.”
“What are you doing here, and how did you get Stella’s truck?” She ignored his question, which didn’t surprise me in the slightest.
“That’s a good question.” Graham lifted one of his hands to rub the back of his neck.
He couldn’t have realized that she was like me. An unmated female werewolf.
Which put him in the awkward position of trying to come up with a reasonable explanation to have taken a stranger’s vehicle to their apartment.
Abby had been able to make up somewhat plausible shit when Nico was stuck in his wolf form, but that situation was completely different.
Thankfully, my wolf chose that moment to growl at Maya.
My friend’s attention snapped downward.
Her eyes went wide. “Why is Stella in wolf form?”
The question made it pretty clear that she wasn’t a stranger to the world of werewolves.
Graham picked up on that, too.
“Her wolf is hunting me.”
Maya blinked once.
Then again.
She finally let out a harsh breath and closed the front door behind her.
My wolf growled again, more threateningly.
Maya leaned against the door, her hands at her sides as she tried to shrink a little.
“I’m not a threat to your mate,” she told my wolf.
“Easy, Furball.” Graham started scratching her head again. My wolf didn’t relax, but she did stop growling. “I’m trying to figure out if there’s a way I can run Stella’s business for her. It doesn’t seem like her wolf’s interested in a short hunt.”
“How did this even happen?” Maya asked.
Graham shrugged. “Same way it always does. Our eyes met, her wolf called memate, and she shifted.”
