ferent style than the new, modern b

ng we were surrounded by the forest and mountains, and nowhere near the beach. The wind chime hung over the porch of an old building c

of the porch, I looked

ng back toward my school

ying to look innocent, but he was a wolf. H

t that he'

wolf had

n is not

t the door, wei

could give me some water, and maybe some bandages to wrap my po

the wolf wou

risk to those poor,

on. Or maybe an animal shelter. One or another of those

ully, a r

or maybe sweat. The alternative was blood, and that idea made me want to puke. The shoes were at least six years

d no idea exactly what time it was, but it had to be pretty

rsity and its students didn't seem to fully wake up unti

he more I found it strange that no on

be afraid of a wolf wa

ass for a dog, but he wasn

car with gas. I selected her thinking she looked like she wasn't a murderer and looked nice enough th

e. "Hi, do you

g at Jesse. Like the others we'd pass

know where the p

p going down this street, you'll run into a logged man

ha? What

erewolf?" I

wolf beside me and her strange answers to my questions. And yeah, there

to Moon Ridge, honey." She gave me a big smile, and I took a step ba

the road the way I'd come. The woman filling her gas tank ye

I could get back to my dorm by the time the sunset. If I just kept

getting eaten by a damn we

t pain and hunger

tween me and the forest before I got back on t

ayed a bit, and I flung my arms out to try to keep

tried to pass the wolf. He

olf, move!

erupted b

as going to have to try to fight my way to freedom. Was I sup

l team. Of course, those asshole

ust my fre

h other. Five men of various ethnicities, sizes, clothing styles, and haircuts.

e all we

dark, his hair cut close to his scalp on the sides of his face and head. Slim, artfully-styled locs fell to the middle of his forehead. He wa

ing a hand. He was tan, with a mass amount of fluffy, dark

t made me

t take

nd want me to shake your hands and trust you? Yeah,

've got a better chance at surviving the mating bite if you spend the weeks leading up to it with J

ghtly maniacal. I needed sleep, painkillers, a

growled fiercely at the guys.

my shoe, a wolf's way

etty sure he had been the getaway driver, though that d

ing them to have an ex

nd it sounded like he

n,

esse's place so she's got some tim

, d

ed me over his sh

er street, and then another. They chatted amongst themselves and Jesse trotted beh

t gave up. I was carried along, draped over Seatbelt Guy's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and

see it as a problem. I'd determined that werewolf towns were full of sick monsters who

would've thought the townhouses looked nice, maybe even cute. They were little two-story townhomes covered in siding, all of th

gray, with white as a secondary color and only hints of green. I liked th

nd everyone headed into the house together. I eyed Jesse the wo

aking tail, aft

ude needed

a dark blue loveseat, and