I continued scratching her fur as I checked my phone for the guy’s number. I was pretty sure his name was Elliot.
It wasn’t in there. Should’ve seen that coming.
I sent a text to Ryder. He was sort of a part of my pack, and sort of a part of Elliot’s pack, so he’d have Elliot’s number. I might get a faster response if I texted his mate, Charly, but I was pretty sure that would piss Furball off.
Ryder and Char were both a lot more into normal city living than anyone in my pack, so there was a decent chance he’d answer quickly anyway.
Me:
Hey, do you have Elliot’s number?
I waited again, still rubbing Furball’s head. She was leaning more of her weight against me as time passed.
A few minutes went by. Ryder finally responded with Elliot’s contact information, followed by a question.
Ryder:
Why?
Me:
Long story
Ryder:
Now Char is curious
I grimaced.
Furball leaned in.
She wanted to know about his mate, Char. Or why she was curious. Or something.
I didn’t think hiding the truth would make a great impression on the suspicious female wolf. It took a few minutes to come up with a decent response, but I sent it when I did.
Me:
Seems like I’m being hunted by a female werewolf. I wanted to ask Elliot how the process worked
Ryder:
Fuck
We thought you were going to ask if his mate could teach you dance lessons or something
I scowled at the phone.
Furball growled in agreement with my scowl.
Me:
Nah
Ryder:
Being hunted by a woman who rejected her mate after being rejected yourself sounds like a shitshow
Me:
