We head to class and nothing new really happens. I thought for sure that our teacher was maybe in on the werewolf thing, but maybe not, or maybe he is just better at hiding it. I mean the Dean is a werewolf and many of the professors are or have a basic knowledge of our existence which helps us to integrate into normal life around here.
But I thought for sure the way that Professor Chance acts that he would be all in for the werewolf liberation from the Alpha King.
He just talks like a tree hugging hippy. Don’t get me wrong. I am all for preserving the lands that we need to run and stay safe from the humans who don’t know of our existence, but I am not about to jump on the bandwagon that all people who live in and love modern society need to be exiled away from us and the more he talks the more he sounds like the werewolf version of Hitler. It leaves me a little concerned.
Tyler walks me home and this time Mike and Robbie join us, which is also odd, out of character and clearly not what Tyler had planned based on his current demeanor.
I left them all on the porch, blaming Nickolas for not letting them in. I can still play the innocent nice girl even if no one believes that I really am.
I change into some sturdy pants and layer a tank top with a long sleeved shirt on top. I finish off my outfit with thick socks and my warrior boots that are really broken in. I don’t get cold like most wolves, but I have no idea what is going to happen tonight and I have to assume that I might not get back to the house tonight.
“You look ready for a fight.” Robbie says, smiling.
“Not a fight, but the woods for sure. You guys have been out there. The ground is all muddy and sloppy. I’d rather trash my hiking shoes than my tennis shoes any day.”
“You could always just go naked like the rest of us.” Robbie is being unusually playful with me tonight.
Low growls come from both Mike and Tyler. I wonder what that is all about? THe rest of the girls strip like it’s nothing. Why would me being naked be a problem? I laugh it off like the joke I think it’s supposed to be.
“You know I don’t have to, so why would I be uncomfortable if I don’t have to be?” I shrug it off and push past him as I walk down my porch steps. “We going or not? I’m interested to see what you guys do for set up.” I keep walking even though I have no idea where Mike’s truck is parked.
It doesn’t take them more than a second to follow me and lead me in the right direction. Mike has his truck parked at one of the public lots nearby, like he planned on being here to pick me up. Hmm.
Mike climbs into the driver’s seat, Robbie climbs into the center and Tyler follows, just like I smelled their scents the first time we ran with them. I stand and have a sense of deja vu. There is no back seat for me to climb into, no place for me and clearly they didn’t plan on the extra body.
“So am I riding in the back?” I question playfully. It’s the same line Sierra and I used on the guys the first time we rode with them.
“Of course not!” Tyler yelps. “Come here, you can sit on my lap. The drive isn’t that far and you’re pretty tiny.” He winks at me. I roll my eyes and climb up, but Tyler is a little over eager and unlike Dakota, he doesn’t have a good grasp on me so I end up flying across him and I catch myself on Robbie’s lap, one hand on each of his thighs and dangerously close to his junk.
