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Elliot snorted. “Jesse would too.”
Ford snarled at Elliot, hopping up on the table and sitting between us, blocking our view of each other.
“Seriously?” I complained.
“I’m not flirting with her, bud. Just being friendly.” Elliot’s voice was light and sort of… comforting.
We’d only just met, but I already felt like I could trust him.
“Earlier, when I answered the door, your question wasn’t stupid,” he called to me, as he moved around his kitchen. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. “Werewolves were created by magic, and something about it makes us all taller and stronger. Changed wolves aren’t affected the same, so you don’t have to worry about growing much after Ford’s changed you.”
I felt the blood leave my face.
Right.
They wanted to make me one of them.
Shit, that was terrifying.
“Great,” I managed to get out.
“You don’t have to pretend to be okay with it. We were all taught to expect our mates to have a hard time adjusting to this life. We’d spare you the messy abduction shit, too, if we could. But trying that would result in early biting, if not human deaths, so it’s not on the table,” he explained.
“Early biting?” my voice came out slightly strangled.
“Biting is how humans are turned. Tea must’ve told you that.”
Maybe she had.
Hell, she probably had.
I was just… overwhelmed.
A lot.
“What are the hammocks for?” I changed the subject. Ford still blocked my view of Elliot, which was annoying, but not annoying enough for me to risk pissing off the wolf who already wanted to bite me.
“Sitting in.” Elliot sounded amused by the question. He walked around the table, then set a plate down in front of me. There was a stack of four sandwiches on it.
How much did he think I could possibly eat?
“I’m good with one, thanks,” I told him, grabbing the one off the top and then handing the plate back.
He shrugged and took it, stepping over to the other side of the table. When he sat down, he left an empty chair between us, and sat where we could see each other despite Ford’s furry butt in the way.
“So you’re a nursing student, like Tea?” he checked, biting into his sandwich.
I nodded, then took a small bite of my own. It was… weird.
Just your average PB&J, with the not-so-slight addition of mini chocolate chips. They were a bit crunchy, and I didn’t anticipate the flavors working out very well at all. But surprisingly enough, it was good.
Really good.
I demolished the sandwich, and Elliot slid the plate back to me with a knowing grin. He’d left two extras for me, only eating the one. He was sly, I’d give him that—and sort of sweet, too.
Ford licked my face, and I gagged and pushed him away. “Do not do that without permission. If you want to lick me, you have to trade something of equal value to me. Like freedom.” I gestured toward the door.
Ford scowled, lowering his head to his paws in what was clearly a message that he wasn’t trading anything for my lack of freedom.
