I'm Not Afraid of Wolves (The Cotton Candy Quintet Book 4)

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Andrea both looked like they were going to be sick at all this.
    Donnelly stepped forward, and I snapped all of my attention back to him. No way he was going to get past me.
    “Ugh, fine,” I heard Andrea say dimly behind me. “Forget Chad’s orders. Do I have to do everything myself?” What the hell did that mean?
    I didn’t have time to wonder. He launched himself forward and I only had time to tense up, ready for the attack.
    “CHRISTINE!” Sara screamed again. Was it in warning?
    The sensation of Donnelly’s teeth on my jugular never came. Instead, he brushed right past me, and I snapped at him as he passed. I wasn’t his target. I had never been his target. He bounded towards the couch, towards Sara.
    And I was too late to stop him.
    Yet, there were no longer just humans on the couch. As I followed Donnelly’s trajectory, I saw the transformation of one of them. Andrea. Andrea was transforming into a werewolf herself, her teeth bared to…
    To get Sara.
    I screeched in anger, rushing forward to intercept Andrea’s attack. Donnelly got there first, barreling into Andrea, and both beasts hit the wall with a deafening thud. DVDs and trinkets fell off the shelves as they roared at each other.
    What I saw was something like two dogs fighting. Despite Donnelly’s size as a human, Andrea made a formidable opponent against him. Their teeth snapped at each other, their claws raking deep wounds into shoulders and chests. Yelping, barking, growling filled the air in quick succession.
    It was a fight to the death.
    All Sara and Emily could do was watch in horror. Hell, all I could do was watch in horror. What do you do when a supposed friend was actually a monster, and she was fighting the monster that you knew was a park ranger too? Was Emily one too? Or would Sara turn into one?
    What the hell was this?
    I was getting so confused at this turn of events.
    I jumped to the other side of the couch, keeping myself between the fighting monsters. Sara watched them, her jaw on the floor, while Emily sobbed in terror.
    What should I do? What could I do?
    The two beasts broke apart, panting from exertion and their injuries. I was hurt badly earlier, but these two were bleeding and spitting out blood. Donnelly was missing part of his ear while Andrea had deep scratches.
    I heard a noise that I didn’t recognize at first, and then I realized with horror that it was laughing through a strangled throat. Andrea was laughing.
    She looked my way and gave a smirk. There was something sinister in that smirk. Like a promise to return. Or worse.
    Then she pushed her way past me at a speed I hadn’t expected. She tore across the room, and when she got to the door, she didn’t stop. She hit it full on with her shoulders, blowing the door off its hinges.
    She went up the stairs, out of sight, leaving a werecat, a werewolf, and two other people whom I assumed were still human. Although nothing would have surprised me tonight.
    But it seemed the danger was gone. At least for now.
    Donnelly and I looked at each other and he nodded slightly.
    I nodded in return. Truce.
    I quietly called back my inner beast and transformed back into a human. Donnelly did the same, cradling his torn, bloodied ear. We were going to have to figure out what just happened.
    Emily broke the sudden quiet with a scream: “IS EVERYONE HERE A WEREWOLF?”

Chapter 10
     
    There were no clothes in the cabin big enough to really fit Donnelly after he transformed back into a human. Thankfully, he had pants that still somewhat functioned, much like the Hulk’s pants. I was able to find one of my nightshirts that covered up much of his chest, although it was tight across his biceps.
    There was something rather funny about seeing a grown man wearing a pink shirt that said, “Lewisburg High School 2003 Girl’s Softball Team.”
    “Thanks,” he said, rolling the shirt down over his abs.
    “Don’t mention it,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
    On the

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