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"Thanks," I said, a little overwhelmed by everything he'd told me.
"No problem." He ducked out the door, closing it behind him. It shut, and then opened again immediately. "I forgot to tell you, make sure you lock the doors at night. You're not in danger here, but Jesse will be easier to deal with at night if the doors are locked.”
I nodded. He hadn't seemed difficult the night before, but I'd keep it in mind.
With that, Ford did leave.
I glanced at the wolf. He was sitting on the ground beside me, just watching me.
"What's a mate-cash-stash?" I asked him.
He tilted his head.
I pulled a chair over to the fridge, too curious not to. It sounded like he'd been storing money for his mate, but that couldn't be right. Who would save money for a stranger?
Climbing up the chair, I peeked over the top of the fridge. Sure enough, there was a thick envelope up there. I grabbed it, then carefully stepped down from the chair and up to the counter. The envelope wasn't sealed, so I just opened the flap and tugged out money.
It wasn't just money—it was a stack of money. A massive stack of money.
I flipped through the stack, shock blooming within me. The bottom half was hundred-dollar-bills; the top half was fifties. Altogether, there was at least five thousand dollars.
I dropped the money on the countertop. My eyes flicked back to the envelope, and I noticed writing on it that I hadn't seen before.
I picked it up. Words were scribbled on it in black ink.
It took a minute of squinting for me to decipher the messy handwriting, but I did. It said:
For my mate: I'm sorry you've been dragged into my world. Hopefully this helps ease your transition. Use it on food, or clothes, or whatever. It's yours.
I dropped the envelope, shaking my head.
Leaving money for the mate you knew your wolf would insist on hunting was something a good person would do. But that went against almost everything I'd been thinking since the abduction.
Jesse the human couldn't be a good guy. He just... couldn't. His friends had abducted me. He was a werewolf, for crying out loud. Werewolves kidnapped people, and ignored women screaming for help as they were dragged to their captors' homes.
Sure, they were also friendly when you asked for directions, and they would offer to turn up the AC if you started stripping, but they weren't good people.
Were they?
I rubbed my head. A headache was building, even with the ibuprofen and Tylenol in my system.
I needed sleep, and a hearty dose of reality.
Shoving the money back into the envelope, I stuck it back on top of the fridge and dragged the chair back to the kitchen table.
Though I needed sleep, I had to do my homework. I had a test for my chemistry class that closed on Saturday, so I also needed to study my ass off.
What I really needed was an energy drink.
I tugged open Jesse's fridge. It was still filled nearly to explosion with food, but there were no energy drinks. With a sigh, I grabbed the bag of leftover pizza before heading to the stairs. My laptop bag was in my big suitcase, which meant it was in Jesse's room.
The wolf walked slowly up the stairs beside me, capturing the bag of pizza between his teeth and carrying it up the stairs for me.
"This is going to be a long day," I warned him, as we reached the top. "All I have time for is studying."
He dropped the pizza bag on the ground next to my suitcase and licked my wrist.
"Guess you don't care what we do, huh?" I asked him.
He blew a puff of air on my wrist, and I absentmindedly scratched him behind the ear with my spare hand as I unzipped my suitcase.
I caught myself petting him a moment later and jerked my hand away.
What the hell was I doing?
The werewolves were going to make me lose my damn mind.
How was I supposed to prevent it, though?
