I would’ve snorted if I’d been human, but I wasn’t. And possibly never would be again.
Graham scowled at the motion, finally showing a little personality aside from the nausea and abs. Not that the abs were part of his personality—they were natural for werewolves.
But I had never seen a werewolf quite that cut before, other than Nico. Maybe it was just a feral pack thing.
So maybe theywerepartially personality.
Who was I to discredit muscles like that?
Anyway.
My wolf followed him to the door, bumping his leg to get past him and into the house first.
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GRAHAM
I stoodin the kitchen uncomfortably while Abby’s friend’s wolf sniffed nearly every surface in my house. I wasn’t sure what she was looking for. Maybe the scent of another woman?
Female werewolves were possessive, but not usually to the extent a male wolf was. And most male wolves wouldn’t go to the trouble of sniffing everything.
There wasn’t a trace of a woman’s scent, so I wasn’t worried.
Just shocked.
I’d never even met a rejected female werewolf. Now, I was being hunted by one? How? Why?
What the fuck was I even supposed to think about that?
Most guys only got one shot at the mate thing, and mine had gone to hell as soon as it started.
I was supposed to be alone. Fate had basically declared that with my last mate.
So why was there a woman trapped in her wolf form, sniffing around my bed?
And why hadn’t I thought to ask her name?
I rubbed my eyes.
I’d gone outside to point her toward Nico’s place because she was looking for Abby. How had that turned into this?
How was I supposed to feel about it?
I didn’t know.
There was one thing I could do though:
Figure out her name.
I started looking through the drawers in my kitchen, trying to find my phone.
I was pretty sure it was in the house.
None of the guys communicated over text, so keeping track of it wasn’t exactly my priority.
Abby’s friend’s wolf—I needed to stop calling her that—padded over when she noticed me searching my kitchen. She bumped my pajama pants.
I was wearing the ones with s’mores on them that Ethan had bought me as a joke the year before.
