"Hey! Chill, man!" Dakota replied. "She's a friend—"
"I don't care if she's the queen of England!" Noah's voice bellowed, waving his arms in Michelle's direction. "She's a werewolf!"
Micah rose to his feet and clenched his jaw as he glared at Noah. "Dakota, thanks for everything, but I think we'd better go. I don't want us to overstay our welcome—"
Noah put his hand up to stop him. "No, wait." He looked down at Michelle's battered body and then took off his park ranger dress shirt, leaving on his white T-shirt beneath. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and placed the back of his hand on Michelle's forehead. "She's burning up."
Michelle shook her head, shivering so loud now that her teeth were chattering. "No, I feel cold."
"Well, if we can't take her to the hospital, then we'll have to care for her here the best we can." Noah looked up at me. "You—"
"Jessica," I supplied.
