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FIVE
I satup and shot him the most heated glare I could manage. "This is not my home. And I don't remember telling any of you monsters my name."
"It was on your shirt." Smiley Guy tapped his collarbone. "Your name tag fell off on the way to the van."
"You mean it fell off when you were dragging me to the van."
"Carrying you, actually," another of the guys corrected.
There were too many of the werewolves to keep them all straight.
I was so freakin’ screwed.
"Well, if it bothers you that we know your name, I'm Elliot." Smiley Guy offered his hand.
"I'm Ford," Seatbelt Guy added.
The rest of them told me their names too, but they all went right over my head.
Jesse jumped up next to me on the couch. He dropped his big furry head to rest on my thigh, so I slid away from him. He scooted toward me in response, and I moved more.
That continued until my side met the arm rest, and then I was stuck… with a damn werewolf head on my bare thigh.
I should've worn leggings to work.
"We'll leave you two alone for now. Dinner's at Ford's place tonight, it's the one next door." Elliot, AKA Smiley, gestured off to the side. "Get some rest, and a shower. You reek. We'll find you some clothes, but for now, just wear Jesse's."
"You guys are insane." I scowled at them. "This is crazy."
"Yup. Welcome to Moon Ridge." Elliot grinned.
He was the second person to say that, yet somehow after hearing it twice, I felt even less welcome.
They all left, and I watched until the door closed behind them.
And… they had to be completely out of their minds if they thought I was going to stay in Jesse's house.
I slid off the couch, hurrying toward the door. It was true that I stank; I was a sweaty mess, and my feet were either soaked with sweat, pus-covered, or bloody, and hurting something awful. But my life was my priority.
I found a key-hook by the door, and a perfectly good set of keys hanging off it.
Bingo.
I sprinted back to the garage door I’d just been carried inside through.
A scream tore through my throat when the wolf smoothly jumped over the couch, landing between me and the door a fraction of a second before I reached it.
"What the hell?" I screeched. "Get out of my way!"
The wolf growled. Somehow, I could tell it wasn't a threatening growl...more like an answer. A simple, "No."
I raced toward the front door.
He had no problem beating me there, too.
"Damn you." My hands clenched in fists around the keys. I released the fists, shoved the keys into my pocket, and headed for the stairs.
I’d have to take a shower, then make my escape while Jesse was napping. Wolves slept as much as dogs, right?
