just asked a werewolf to come to her rescue. She wanted to laugh. Or maybe cry. Who was doing this? Why would anyone do this to her? To her family? And how did she end up relying on a blue-eyed man she was pretty sure was also a blue-eyed wolf?
Be calm. Calm. She could do that. She could just sit at the table and draw…draw a still life. That was fine. But when she got back to her table, she didn’t want to put her back to the window, and she didn’t want to look out on the deck. She put her arms around herself. What the hell—who the hell—would do that? Why would anyone want to?
Was it connected to the….
Werewolves killed animals, didn’t they? Were they like cats? Did leaving dead shit on your deck mean they liked you?
She shivered. Part of her couldn’t believe that Jason would do anything like that. But she kept reminding herself that she didn’t really know Jason at all. He hadn’t told her anything about himself. Though she guessed she couldn’t really blame him for not saying, “hey, I’m a werewolf” the day he met her.
She didn’t know what to think. Didn’t even know where she would start. She checked her phone. Nothing. She sent Frieda a text. Animals at my place too. Jason coming 2 check out.
At least if he was up to something…bad, someone would know what had happened to her. She walked back and forth from the back of the apartment to the front. What the hell should she do?
Be calm. Calm. She could do that. She could just sit at the table and draw…draw a still life. That was fine. But when she got back to her table, she didn’t want to put her back to the window, and she didn’t want to look out on the deck. She put her arms around herself. What the hell—who the hell—would do that? Why would anyone want to?
Was it connected to the….
Werewolves killed animals, didn’t they? Were they like cats? Did leaving dead shit on your deck mean they liked you?
She shivered. Part of her couldn’t believe that Jason would do anything like that. But she kept reminding herself that she didn’t really know Jason at all. He hadn’t told her anything about himself. Though she guessed she couldn’t really blame him for not saying, “hey, I’m a werewolf” the day he met her.
She didn’t know what to think. Didn’t even know where she would start. She checked her phone. Nothing. She sent Frieda a text. Animals at my place too. Jason coming 2 check out.
At least if he was up to something…bad, someone would know what had happened to her. She walked back and forth from the back of the apartment to the front. What the hell should she do? What could she do? God, could werewolves track people like dogs? That was what “Remus” was supposed to be doing, right?
She forced herself to breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Just breathe. She could get through this. Couldn’t she?
Okay. Werewolves. What did they—silver. She had a silver bracelet somewhere. It might be stupid, but at least she’d have some sense of control over what was happening. At least she could have a little bit of armor, no matter what small a difference it would make. She sorted through her jewelry. Lots of cheap costume jewelry. A pair of pearl earrings that were a graduation present. She couldn’t remember if the old charm bracelet that had been her mother’s was silver or not; it wasn’t tarnished, so probably not.
Ah, there it was. An old ID bracelet. It was almost black with tarnish. Silver for sure. She slid it on her wrist. It was a little too tight, but it stayed on. She could live with a little discomfort. It might be her life at stake.
She was still looking for anything else that might be silver when there was a knock at her door. She took a deep breath.
“What do you want me to do first?” he asked when she opened the door, his blue eyes just as steady and clear as they’d been earlier in the morning.
“I—” She wasn’t sure. She stepped back and let him into the
Be calm. Calm. She could do that. She could just sit at the table and draw…draw a still life. That was fine. But when she got back to her table, she didn’t want to put her back to the window, and she didn’t want to look out on the deck. She put her arms around herself. What the hell—who the hell—would do that? Why would anyone want to?
Was it connected to the….
Werewolves killed animals, didn’t they? Were they like cats? Did leaving dead shit on your deck mean they liked you?
She shivered. Part of her couldn’t believe that Jason would do anything like that. But she kept reminding herself that she didn’t really know Jason at all. He hadn’t told her anything about himself. Though she guessed she couldn’t really blame him for not saying, “hey, I’m a werewolf” the day he met her.
She didn’t know what to think. Didn’t even know where she would start. She checked her phone. Nothing. She sent Frieda a text. Animals at my place too. Jason coming 2 check out.
At least if he was up to something…bad, someone would know what had happened to her. She walked back and forth from the back of the apartment to the front. What the hell should she do?
Be calm. Calm. She could do that. She could just sit at the table and draw…draw a still life. That was fine. But when she got back to her table, she didn’t want to put her back to the window, and she didn’t want to look out on the deck. She put her arms around herself. What the hell—who the hell—would do that? Why would anyone want to?
Was it connected to the….
Werewolves killed animals, didn’t they? Were they like cats? Did leaving dead shit on your deck mean they liked you?
She shivered. Part of her couldn’t believe that Jason would do anything like that. But she kept reminding herself that she didn’t really know Jason at all. He hadn’t told her anything about himself. Though she guessed she couldn’t really blame him for not saying, “hey, I’m a werewolf” the day he met her.
She didn’t know what to think. Didn’t even know where she would start. She checked her phone. Nothing. She sent Frieda a text. Animals at my place too. Jason coming 2 check out.
At least if he was up to something…bad, someone would know what had happened to her. She walked back and forth from the back of the apartment to the front. What the hell should she do? What could she do? God, could werewolves track people like dogs? That was what “Remus” was supposed to be doing, right?
She forced herself to breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Just breathe. She could get through this. Couldn’t she?
Okay. Werewolves. What did they—silver. She had a silver bracelet somewhere. It might be stupid, but at least she’d have some sense of control over what was happening. At least she could have a little bit of armor, no matter what small a difference it would make. She sorted through her jewelry. Lots of cheap costume jewelry. A pair of pearl earrings that were a graduation present. She couldn’t remember if the old charm bracelet that had been her mother’s was silver or not; it wasn’t tarnished, so probably not.
Ah, there it was. An old ID bracelet. It was almost black with tarnish. Silver for sure. She slid it on her wrist. It was a little too tight, but it stayed on. She could live with a little discomfort. It might be her life at stake.
She was still looking for anything else that might be silver when there was a knock at her door. She took a deep breath.
“What do you want me to do first?” he asked when she opened the door, his blue eyes just as steady and clear as they’d been earlier in the morning.
“I—” She wasn’t sure. She stepped back and let him into the
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