I waited until his eyes were now on me, before I once again asked him what he was doing outside, and if Raven was okay.
It took him what seemed like a moment to process what I had asked him, and instead of answering my question, he responded with his own question for me, “Do all you werewolves walk around naked? I might just have to move here myself.”
My eyes rolled as I began to shake my head at him, knowing that his head was clearly in the gutter. I was just about to scold him, telling him this wasn’t the time to be joking around, when the wind shifted in my direction, carrying a scent that took me off guard.
My head snapped in the direction of the house, as a growl instantly rumbled from my chest. The scent that was being carried in my direction was a scent that I knew all too wel
