Nefretiri
"Ivan?" I followed him down the stairs. Ivan is as stubborn as I am. He told me he was, but you had to experience it to get the full effect.
"Yeah?" He paused, looking up at me.
"Why am I in your clothes?" I look down at the oversized shirt he put on me.
"I'm not trying to have a bunch of horny werewolves staring at you." He looked disgusted at the idea.
"Where is everyone?" Frowning, I glance around the house. No one seems to be here.
"Most of them are fixing Greg's car. Taylor, Steven, Vincent, and Terry went for a walk with Pen-Pen." He holds out his hand and tugs me towards the front of the house.
"Is that safe?"
"They're just going around the block. It's fine."
"Okay, so if everyone's out, why am I in this?" It's so long, and it could be a dress.
"Like I said, horny werewolves." He smirks.
"You make it sound like they'd look at me like a fresh piece of bloody meat."
