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Best chance at survival?
What the hell?
“No, Tea didn’t tell me that.” I stood abruptly. “I think it’s time for me to leave. Thanks for the strangely-delicious sandwiches, and the lesson.” I paused, glancing at the paper.
Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I snagged it off the table.
“Wait.” He took it back for a minute, and scribbled a few more things onto the sheet before handing it to me. “There you go. You can put it on Ford’s fridge like a trophy.”
I snorted. “Worst trophy ever.”
“Give it a few months and you’ll see worse,” Elliot promised.
My curiosity almost got the best of me, and I almost asked what he meant by that, but the brush of Ford’s fur against my leg distracted me.
I grabbed the front door, and Ford waited until I was out on the porch before stepping out too.
Guess he was more worried about Elliot making a move on me than about me trying to escape again.
We walked back over to Ford’s place, and I felt absolutely uncomfortable as I pulled the door open. Walking into a stranger’s house with just a wolf at my side was weird, to say the least.
I snooped around the rest of the place, letting my curiosity run free as I leafed through Ford’s mail, dug through his underwear drawer, and even opened up what looked like a leather-bound journal I found inside his nightstand.
Honestly, I would’ve read the journal too, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not make sense of Ford’s handwriting. A toddler might as well have scribbled on those pages for all I knew.
“Ebony?” Tea’s voice called from downstairs, as I was still squinting at the pages, trying to figure out what the damned man had written down.
Glancing up, I watched the door for a minute, my shoulders tensing as I waited for her to come up and open it.
Wolf Ford was sitting a few feet off to the side of me, his head perched on his front paws and those big red eyes of his staring at me like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.
And if I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen, I felt pretty bad for the guy.
Er, wolf.
Sure, I was fine, and decently easy on the eyes. But fascinating was a pretty damn big stretch.
“We’re just going to put your groceries away!” Tea yelled again. “It’s cool if you don’t want to talk. I’ll come over tomorrow morning with a new phone for you, and we can try to get Ford to follow you to class.”
I eyed Ford.
Elliot had said he didn’t think Ford would let me go into any public situation; was he right?
Tea didn’t seem to think that would be a problem, though.
I hoped she was right; the semester had only been going for a few weeks, and I couldn’t afford to miss many classes.
Tea and Jesse talked for a few minutes as they put the groceries away. I couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying, so I walked over to the door like a creep, and opened it just a crack.
“Your wolf was fine with it,” Tea argued.
“My wolf and Ford’s are practically opposites. If you thought I was difficult to deal with, just wait until you see Ford.”
“We’re all still wolves. And I’ve seen his wolf plenty of times; he always seems perfectly normal to me.”
“He’s hunting, Teapot. There’s nothing normal about a hunting wolf, period.” The fridge door closed. “Alright, let’s go.”
