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He pushed up to sit, leaning against the creaky headboard. “Hey, there was no humping.”
Phoebe laughed and shook her head. “It felt like we were a few seconds away from humping.”
Theo shrugged. “You were the one who said we could handle it.”
Phoebe’s eyes flicked down to Theo’s lap where he was still half hard. He was always half hard around Fee. “Clearly, I was wrong.”
He shrugged again, scratching his bare chest. Phoebe popped back into the bathroom and returned a minute later with violet eyes and an oversized sweater over her wide-leg corduroy pants.
“You got anything in that bag that might count as breakfast?” he asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He tugged on a pair of jeans and a forest-green Henley before turning back to face Phoebe. She was digging through her bag.
She pulled out two small boxes of Froot Loops and tossed him one. He couldn’t help his grin.
“My favorite.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waved a hand like it was no big deal. “I didn’t feel like listening to you complain about having to eat something nutritious.”
“You’re too good to me, Fee.” The truth of his words hung heavy in the room.
“Do you think this thing actually gets reception?” she asked, ignoring his comment and flipping on the TV instead.
A local news reporter stood on a residential street surrounded by tidy houses and neat yards. Her face was set in a grim line, her magenta-colored suit jacket standing out against the gray of the sky behind her.
“Eyewitnesses say a large wolf attacked the man in his own backyard.”
“What the fuck,” Theo whispered, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume as though it was his hearing that was the problem.
They cut to a shot of an interview with a neighbor. “It was the biggest wolf I’ve ever seen. Easily six feet high and a few hundred pounds. And aggressive. Growling and snarling. It was like a damn horror movie.” The man’s eyes were haunted with what he had seen, his gray hair standing up at odd angles like he’d been running his hands through it.
“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Theo muttered. Not even Rafe was that big in wolf form. This guy just wanted his five minutes of fame. And to ease his guilt for not saving his neighbor.
“Neighbors were alerted to the bold, daytime attack by the man’s shouts for help. They attempted to scare the wolf away, but it was too late. The man, identified as Ted Shore, was pronounced dead at the scene. Officials say the wolf is still at large and caution the public to be vigilant, especially around dawn and dusk, and to keep small pets indoors until the threat is neutralized.”
Neutralized. Killed.
Theo’s blood ran cold.
“What the hell is that about?” Phoebe asked, her voice cutting through Theo’s panic. “Do you think it was one of yours?”
“Couldn’t be.” It couldn’t be. Werewolves didn’t attack humans anymore. Or they weren’t supposed to. Except wasn’t Ruby attacked? And what about Lena?
“It couldn’t be,” he repeated, needing to convince himself. “This guy was just a random guy. Why would a werewolf attack him?”
“But Ruby—”
“Ruby is a seer.” His voice came out more forceful than he meant it to. “Or her sister is. Or whatever. This is different.” It had to be different. Because if it wasn’t, then that meant werewolves were attacking humans, and if they were attacking humans, it was only a matter of time before humans retaliated.
“You probably shouldn’t go running around as a wolf, though. To be safe.” Phoebe was looking at him with worry in her eyes.
He flashed her a cocky grin. “They couldn’t catch me anyway, babe. But if it makes you feel better.” He shrugged and Fee frowned.
“Don’t be a dick,” she said, and he laughed. “And don’t call me babe.”
“What should I call you, then?” he asked, her gaze snagging on his, and there was that word again. The one that hovered between them. The thing he desperately wanted to call her.
Phoebe’s scowl deepened. She flipped off the TV. “My name will do just fine, Theo.” She stood from her perch at the end of the bed. “Come on, we’ve got a seer to find.”
Chapter Eleven
