Stella came through on the conversation front.
“You know we always have girls’ night margaritas,” Emmy said with a smile.
“And celery,” Maya pointed out.
“The health benefits are unparalleled,” Abby teased.
The mood lightened a little as we all grabbed food and drinks. Wyatt’s wolf stayed close to me, and Abby stayed nearby enough to avoid more questions about thedog’sbehavior.
We all caught each other up on what had been going on as we snacked and drank. The alcohol didn’t seem to affect me at all, which I assumed was related to werewolfism somehow.
Zoe and Emmy made a few other comments that made me think they were more suspicious about Stella’s disappearance and Abby’sdogthan either of them let on. They didn’t ask any questions outright, though.
Not even when Stella ducked out thirty minutes into the night with an excuse about how tired she was from all the recovering she’d been doing.
I found myself watching Maya as we approached eleven PM—the unofficial time we always ended our girls’ nights.
She wasn’t tipsy the way Zoe and Emmy were.
Had Ieverseen her tipsy? Stella had joked about it being impossible for her to get drunk a bunch of times, but Maya had never mentioned anything similar.
Now that I thought about it, I definitely hadn’t ever seen her drunk.
Shehadto be a werewolf too.
I wasn’t sure what her story could be, though. She obviously didn’t have a mate.
It was a problem for another day.
I snuggled with and scratched Wyatt’s wolf throughout the night. When everyone hugged each other goodbye, I was honestly looking forward to being alone with Human Wyatt again.
The wolf was nice, but the man was something else.
Zoe walked out to our cars with us, forcing me and Abby to keep up with the wolfdog façade.
“Hey, do you mind if I keep your dog for the night?” I asked Abby, my fingers still buried in Wyatt’s fur. “It’s been ages since I had someone to snuggle with.”
“Go ahead. Just don’t keep him up too late,” Abby joked.
I felt Zoe’s piercing gaze on my back, and pointedly didn’t look her way.
She was totally suspicious.
Did she know about the werewolf thing too somehow? I guess everyone at the university knew about the urban legend, but Zoe couldn’t have actually had an idea that it was true. Could she?
I hadn’t.
Then again, I wasn’t the kind of person who just believed random stories about werewolves. I liked facts, and evidence.
“Did you get a truck, Jade?” Zoe asked me.
I glanced at Wyatt’s vehicle.
Shit.
Guess I was going to try my hand at lying the way Abby had.
“I’m kind of dating someone,” I admitted. “He’s a mechanic. It’s new, but when my car broke down, he made me take one of his.” I patted the side of the truck awkwardly.
