the afghan up over her shoulders.
“ Lori,
whatever it was…it wasn’t the thing that wanted to kill
us. The gray wolf…animal…thing. That was the one that
attacked us. The others, the black and yellow one, I think they were
trying to protect us.”
Lori
snorted. “You really are drunk, if you think that. Did you hit
your head maybe?” She leaned over, reaching for Nikki’s
head. Nikki slapped her hand away.
“ Knock
it off. I’m too tired for this.” She closed her eyes,
wishing for sleep, almost wishing she’d gone back to her own
apartment. Lori was wound up tight, from adrenaline or nerves or
whatever got Lori wound up.
“ You
wanna crash in my bed? The sheets are clean, more or less. At least,
I’m the only one that’s slept on them recently.”
Nikki
opened one eye. “That means you’re too wired to sleep?”
Lori
nodded, lighting up another cigarette. “Yeah. I usually am when
I get home. This just made things worse. It’s not so bad if I
have a date. You know, I have someone to work off all this energy
with.” She looked over at Nikki.
“ But
I get the feeling you’re not up for that right now, are you?”
Nikki
threw off the afghan, shaking her head. “No, sorry.” She
leaned over, planting a kiss on Lori’s forehead. “I just
want to sleep and try to forget whatever the hell just happened.”
In
Lori’s room, Nikki stripped, climbing into the bed. She really
didn’t care if the sheets were clean or not. She was tired and
she wasn’t alone. Somehow knowing Lori was prowling around in
the next room calmed her down.
Nikki
turned off the bedside light, leaving the room bathed in the light of
the full moon. She rolled over in bed, looking out the window. The
moon was visible, hanging low in the sky.
Funny,
she’d never really paid any attention to it before. It was just
there, or not. It struck her that she didn’t know why it did
what it did or when. She supposed if she’d paid more attention
in school, or actually finished school, she’d probably know.
But
she did know that things had gotten very strange lately. She yawned,
pulling the blanket over her shoulder. She was on the verge of sleep
when the thought came to her that things had gotten very strange just
about the time Jax had appeared in her life.
Sunrise
was not far off before Nikki finally fell asleep. And just on the
edge of sleep, she had the briefest vision of silver eyes, glowing in
the moonlight, watching her as she slept.
Chapter Six
The
sun had been up for a couple of hours and Bec was the kitchen of
Jax’s house, sitting at the table while Jax cleaned the wound
on his arm. The gash was bloody and ragged, but luckily not very
deep. Several pack members from both packs were there, standing back,
watching silently.
“ Shit,
Jax. Take it easy, okay? Whatever the hell you’re doing, it
hurts.” Bec was trying to pull away from Jax.
“ Stop
whining.” Jax wiped the wound again. “The bleeding’s
stopped now,” Jax tossed the cloth into the sink, “you
should have stitches, but I’m pretty sure you’ll live.”
“ Yeah,
no to the stitches. Just wrap it up. It should heal pretty quickly
anyway.”
Jax
grabbed some gauze and bandages from a nearby cabinet. “Finn,
here. Help me with this.”
A
short stocky man stepped forward, holding the gauze in place over the
gash while Jax wrapped the bandage around Bec’s muscular arm.
“ What
the hell happened, Jax?” Bec, Finn and the others had been at
the house when Jax returned, just before sunrise, and once they’d
all returned to human form, the packs had drifted down to the
kitchen.
“ I’m
not sure. We were attacked, but I’m not really sure by what.”
Jax stood back, looking at the bandage.
“ Bec,
do you have any idea what that thing was?”
Bec
flexed his arm, scowling at the bandage. “No idea.”
“ Another
pack maybe? Someone new that’s moved into our territory?”
Finn was standing, his arms crossed, at the end of the
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