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To have a relationship like that…
Well, I wasn’t going to think about it. Clearly, it wasn’t in the cards for me. Rocco was probably the only good guy on the damned planet, and he was obviously taken.
Surviving the change from human to wolf, and then back to human, was my focus for the moment.
After that… well, I’d figure something out.
Hopefully.
It wasn’t like I could feel much worse than I’d been feeling over the past two years. Honestly, things had been better since Zed started hunting me, not worse.
Though I still knew he was an asshole, and that I couldn’t trust him, he had given me purpose. Something to run from, and fight against.
I continued drinking the protein shake as Del and Rocco’s arguments turned into jokes. She was clearly trying to chill him out with humor, and it was working—and they were adorable.
Three protein shakes later, I was finally eating from the plate of food Elliot had given me first. Rocco and Del were chatting with Elliot and Dax as if everything that had just happened wasn’t an absolute shitshow, and I was pounding food as if I hadn’t been literally starving to death a few hours earlier because the body-snatching wolf who’d possessed me refused to leave her supposed soulmate’s side.
Dax and Elliot kept heating up food and bringing it to me whenever I was close to finishing anything. I kept waiting for my stomach to turn, or churn, the way it did when I ate something that it didn’t agree with, but it remained firmly in place.
As if that wasn’t shocking enough, I managed to devour everything on ten plates of food.
Ten.
Plus the protein shakes.
It was nasty, but everyone kept telling me to eat until I was full. So, I kept eating.
And by some miracle, nothing on any of the plates made me sick. Del was pretty sure that had something to do with the chef who made the food, and I was too busy stuffing my face to argue.
When I finally didn’t think I could eat anything else, I fought the urge to collapse on the guy whose head was still resting on my crotch.
Elliot seemed to notice, and told the other guys that he needed help moving Zed. Though the size of his muscles told me he probably didn’t need help lifting a damn thing, I didn’t argue.
I was alive, and they were his friends, not mine. Including Del, it seemed.
I tried not to let that offend me.
Del helped tug the blanket over my vag as the guys lifted Zed.
The wolf in my chest started raking her claws over my muscles and bones the moment his skin wasn’t touching mine, and I gasped as I stumbled to my feet.
The blanket fell, but so did the hem of my sweatshirt, and it was long enough to cover me to mid-thigh.
“Stop,” I blurted, one hand on my chest and one stretched toward the asshole I was connected to.
“What’s wrong?” Elliot frowned, looking back at me.
“The wolf. It—she—it—it’s not letting me walk away from him. It wants me touching him.” Panic filled my voice as I slapped a hand on the side of Zed’s head. He was naked, and gorgeous, and—naked.
Really naked.
Did I already say that?
Because damn, the blanket had been hiding a lot from me.
“Is that normal?” I looked to Elliot, since he had sort of become the acting voice of reason.
“Every wolf is different,” he said, still completely calm.
