“They’re on their way,” Finn said, already walking in the other direction.
I looked Stella up and down pointedly. “You were supposed to be sick, not a fuckingwerewolf.”
“Notfuckinga werewolf would be more accurate,” Stella teased.
“Don’t make jokes right now,” I said with a scowl, though I was already moving closer to my friend.
“You love my jokes.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I hugged Stella tightly, and she returned it with just as much ferocity.
“I know. I missed you, though.”
“I missed you too. I was scared out of my mind for you. Maya was being weird about everything for months. Is she a werewolf too?” I checked.
“You’d have to ask her.”
I release Stella, so I could wipe my eyes. “She totally is.”
“Looks like you will be too.” Stella nodded at Wyatt’s wolf. “How did that happen?”
I grimaced. “You don’t want to know.”
“I think I do.”
Graham’s arm went around her. The way Stella leaned into him told me she was comfortable with him. I’d never seen her like that with anyone, including our friend group.
The touch was intimate, and just slightly sexual.
I remembered what Abby had said about Stella and Graham. That they were in the climax, which was the final part of the werewolf mating process.
“Abby said the climax involves a lot of sex. She was explaining on the phone on the way over here. Finn didn’t want to.”
“You don’t really want another guy talking to you about sex during a mate hunt anyway. Male wolves are possessive,” Stella said.
“I noticed.” I looked at the wolf nearby, and warned him, “I can’t go missing for multiple months.”
He stepped closer, rubbing against my side.
I tried not to let myself like him, but failed. And ended up scratching his head again, my fingers feeling like they belonged in the thick, soft fur that smelled like motor oil.
“I can’t believe Abbyactuallyfound werewolves in Moon Ridge,” I said. “And neither of you told me they were real.”
“Sorry.” Stella made a face. “It seemed like the best call in the situation.”
“I get it. Wrapping my head around it is just going to take some time.” I dragged a hand through my hair before I finally looked at Graham. “Are you going to introduce me to the sexy giant who’s holding you like he can’t wait for me to leave, Stella?”
Wyatt’s wolf snarled, putting himself between me and Graham.
Apparently that joke hadn’t hit right.
Whoops.
“I’m Graham. And I think you might want to get Wyatt back to his house before his possessiveness pushes him to bite you earlier than either of you want,” Stella’s new man said. He sounded friendlier than I expected and seemed fairly laid-back too.
I rolled my eyes at the wolf next to me. “I wasn’t hitting on him. I was stating a fact.Lookat him.” I gestured toward Graham.
The wolf held my gaze for all of one second.
