AS IF THAT WASN’T BAD enough, two of his pack mates stumbled out behind him. Trust shifters to think going to the bathroom was a group endeavor. Or maybe they’d run here in lupine form and used the space as a shared dressing room. Whatever the reason, they were two-legged but barely human as they cornered Madison against the wall.
“You smell...doggy,” one said by way of greeting, fencing the much smaller woman in with two muscle-bulgy arms. “But you’re not a bitch.”
“I’m not a b***h? Is that supposed to be an insult?” Madison hadn’t caved beneath the pressure, but her voice broke into an uncustomary quaver. I turned back to face Claw, unable to understand why he hadn’t stepped in already...and found myself alone with no companion other than the cooling air.
So I was the one who pushed i
