Chapter 11
I wasn’t alone for long. By the time I fought my way to the top of the bank, a car idled there. Emerging from behind the wheel was the male werewolf I’d met yesterday, the one whose ugliness scared teenagers and whose refusal to leave me alone raised my blood pressure...and woke other long-sleeping parts of my limbic system.
To my combined relief and disappointment, he was dressed now. Because werewolves tended to keep spare clothes in their vehicle. The contrast to my nakedness made his power even more intimidating when his hand clamped down on my right elbow.
“Where to?” he asked, his words quiet. He hadn’t intended to intimidate me, I gathered as he half lifted and half guided me toward the passenger seat. There, he pulled out baggy sweats and steadied me as I wriggled int
