Once.
Again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And—
The door finally flew open.
A gigantic, annoyed-looking dude with wild, dark hair glared at me from the other side.
Wyatt’s chest rumbled with a growl.
“You forgot to put pants on,” I told Graham.
He looked down, and his anger vanished when he realized he was naked.
The door slammed shut.
I was staring at wood once again. A much different kind than I’d just gotten a glimpse of.
“How long should I wait before I ring the doorbell again?” I whispered to Wyatt.
“Thirty seconds seems fair.”
Reasonable.
I nodded.
Silently, I counted to thirty.
Just before I hit the button, the door opened. Stella was on the other side this time, with the newly-pajama-pants-clad giant behind her.
“Are there s’mores on your pants?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s an inside joke.” Stella waved it off. “What’s up?”
“I signed you up for girls’ night.”
She blinked.
The guy behind her glared at me again. “We’re in the climax.”
“Take a break,” I said.
“You don’t take a break from—” Graham started, before Stella cut him off with a well-placed elbow to the gut.
He grunted.
“Everyone who isn’t involved in the werewolf thing has been worried about you,” I said. “The group is falling apart. I need you to be there. You can drive with Graham, stay for twenty minutes, and screw in the car after feigning tiredness because of your made-up recovery from illness.”
