Page 18 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
“Yeah, run away you fucking pussy!”
I press off the ground enough to cast a glance over my shoulder. A woman with curly brown hair races toward us with a gun stuck under her arm.
“Did you see that shit? I almost had the fucker. One more inch and we’d be having roasted eagle for dinner.”
“Uh…” I’m at a loss here. I have no idea who she is and she almost killed me.
“Morg, what the hell? You almost shot Raven.” Carter, now naked, stands next to me.
I’m still on the ground, so I get an eyeful of a very large something before he says “fuck” and slaps his hands over himself. “Sorry. Let me put some pants on. Can you stay with her?” he asks Morg.
She nods, her curls bouncing with the movement. “Sure thing. I’ll take care of the newbie.”
Carter takes off at a clipped pace. His back is bloodied, but I don’t see any wounds. Had they healed when he shifted? I get up from the ground, dust myself off, and shoot Morg a wary look. She smirks and twirls the gun in front of her like it’s a flag and she’s bound and determined to give her all to the performance.
“Damn, you’re fucking hot.” She slaps her hand against the barrel of the rifle, stopping it mid spin. “Hey, you ever have sex with a vampire?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’ve never even met one.”
“How do you know you haven’t?”
Good question. Still, there’s no way.
“I sincerely doubt the guys I slept with from my high school were vampires.”
“Ha! Yeah, you’re probably right.” She sets the butt of the rifle on the ground and lays her hand over the end of the barrel.
I’m no gun expert, but she’s a little too casual with it for my liking. I mean, she used it like a baton. I’m pretty sure Aunt Lou would slap me if I even tried something like that with her guns.
“Can you imagine, though? With the fangs and the—” She cuts off and mimics biting someone. “Probably hot as hell.”
“Is it?” I ask, sounding all too much like David Rose, but there’s nothing to be done. I’m pretty sure Morg is delusional, and I’ve only known her for about two minutes.
Why do I get the feeling staying with her is going to be worse than following after a naked Carter would have been?
Chapter 4
Raven
“And then the asshole was like, you want this dick?” Morg cackles. “As if I’d be interested in his micro peen. I mean, no offense to those guys with the medical problem, but he was so fucking cocky and the size of his prick didn’t match the attitude so I said—”
“Hey, sorry about that. Ready?” Carter asks, accidentally cutting her off.
What a happy accident it is because, damn, how did I not notice how big he is? His arms are as large as my thighs and those shoulders. Ugh. His T-shirt is tight across his chest, stretched by the layers of muscle the cotton is doing a shit job of hiding.
Morg bristles next to me. “Well, I was in the middle of a story.”
He gives her a pointed look. “Somehow I doubt the micro penis story is something Raven is invested in.”
“It’s a good story.” She brushes her hand over her curls and shoots me a look, eyebrows pulling together with concern. “You were interested, right?”
I give a noncommittal shrug and look at Carter. “He’s taking me to the headmaster. Maybe we can finish it later?”
With a dramatic sigh, she swings the gun up and catches it. “Sure thing, doll. Catch ya later.”
“Should I apologize again?” Carter’s smile is rueful, almost like he’s enjoying my discomfort.
“She seems nice,” I say, because she does. A little too open with strangers, but at least she didn’t try to bite me or shoot me.
