Three more dayswent by while Graham filled orders. I would’ve paid Jade or Maya to help with them if I’d been doing them myself, but obviously he didn’t know that and couldn’t have done it anyway.
My wolf was an overpossessive bitch.
He talked to Furball on and off throughout the days, texting his packmates a couple of times too.
She was blatantly obsessed with him, and I wasn’t sure I blamed her. He was calm, upbeat, and just nice to be around overall.
The fourth day, he spent half an hour talking his uncle into claiming that I was too incapacitated to teach until the next semester or later.
That was definitely illegal, but I was pretty sure it would work. I didn’t teach many classes, and enough weird shit happened in Moon Ridge that I doubted anyone at the school would look too closely at the note.
Other than my friends.
Jade kept calling and texting, and came by repeatedly too.
Maya said she was handling it, but it didn’t seem to be working. Jade was too stubborn for that. I was pretty sure someone was going to have to tell her that Abby was right about werewolves being real, but I didn’t think it would be Maya.
Honestly, it would be best if she heard it from me, but I had no idea how long my wolf would hunt Graham.
After the doctor situation was settled, Graham carefully packed up all of my paints and other work stuff, threw a few pairs of my clothes in a bag, and headed back to Moon Ridge for a Thanksgiving celebration. He was still scratching my wolf’s head.
Graham had video chatted with his family for thirty minutes or so between packing, and they seemed nice. They were thrilled about my wolf hunting him, and my wolf managed not to snap her teeth at his ex when she and her new mate appeared on the screen. Apparently, they were participating in his family’s pack’s Thanksgiving.
No wonder he had moved.
It was late afternoon when we got there. Graham took all of my stuff into his house—with two spare bedrooms, it was definitely a better place to run my business from—before leading Furball out into the forest.
He wore nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. He hadn’t worn a shirt since the first day anyway. He seemed to wear pajama pants, sweats, and basketball shorts interchangeably when he didn’t need to go anywhere important. Which was most of the time.
All of the time that I’d known him, at least.
My wolf walked at his side, leaned up against him while he rubbed her fur.
If he was that touchy when I was in my human form, I didn’t know how I’d feel about it.
I mean, yeah, it sounded nice. I’d never had much cuddling in my life. Or touching at all, really. The only time I’d ever shared a bed with someone was when my ex’s wolf was hunting me, and I’d liked that.
It was the only thing about the entire experience that I missed, other than the pack part of it.
Having a pack had been really nice while it lasted. My family hadn’t been close for a long time. My siblings and I were never friends, so we didn’t really stay in touch. I talked to my mom every few months, and typically joined the family for Christmas, but they’d all decided to go on a long cruise for the holiday this year. The dates hadn’t worked out with the start and end of the semesters, so I’d opted out.
I had planned to spend the whole break painting if all of my friends were busy.
Now, I might be spending it in my wolf form.
Yay.
The odds of my wolf making her mind up in the month before the holiday arrived seemed pretty slim. She was definitely into Graham, but her suspicion was still running at full speed.
It didn’t take long for him to reach a small clearing. There was a campfire in the center, and a simple table off to the side. A large turkey sat in the middle of the table, with mashed potatoes, gravy, and vegetables surrounding it. There were a few plates of cookies on the side, and a pumpkin pie too.
All of the food looked like it had been attacked, but there was enough left for Graham to have some of everything.
Abby and Nico were snuggled up in a metal, outdoor chair, with a bunch of gigantic dudes scattered around the fire. Everyone had empty plates beside them or on their laps.
Ethan, the guy my wolf had met a few days earlier, was sitting on the dirt while leaning back against the far side of a smooth wooden log, still wearing a grin that didn’t reach his eyes.
Graham introduced me and Furball to everyone else around the fire.
