"STOOOPP!!!" Arielle screams as his huge fangs move for her neck.
Her eyes blaze green and he halts.
His fangs retract instantly.
A moment passes. A full minute also.
"You've never mooned," he says. A statement.
Arielle nods, not because for one, she doesn't know what he means. But because his voice dulls her senses and amps her juices. His voice is like a mixture of hot coals and flowing honey—if that's even possible, she ponders.
He continues staring at her.
"Yes," she rambles. "I'm... I'm a wolf but I've never, never shifted. So, you could say I've never, 'mooned?' Is it?"
He turns and walks away. Just like that.
"Hey!" Arielle calls.
She wants to follow him but Fallon lies unconscious on the floor. Arielle feels for her. His teeth really were scary. He had to be like their Alpha or something.
She leans down and gingerly strokes Fallon's cheek.
"I'm sorry. I should have told you," she mutters. It would have lessened the effect of seeing giant wolf teeth—somewhat.
Christ! What was she thinking bringing Fallon along. The truth is she wasn't. Her wolf was all her strength. Fallon, is all her weakness.
Heavy footfalls sound behind her. She turns and catches sight of black alligator boots, faded black jeans, metal-gray T-shirt, and a heavy-looking black Army jean-jacket. Then gorgeous golden eyes.
He removes the jacket and hands it to her.
Without much of a choice, she reluctantly grabs it. After seconds of struggling with it, she finally slips in. It falls straight to her knees.
She's about to thank him when he kneels and wraps a blanket over Fallon. He lifts her weightlessly, like one might lift a baby and walks silently away.
Arielle hurriedly falls in line.
After trying out as much patient silence as she can—roughly two minutes, she asks,
"Where are we going?"
He doesn't reply immediately.
When he does, his voice boils her blood.
"Town."
"Shit!" she curses.