Page 71 of The Howl
“Ah, so it wasn’t your smell that would kill me. You’re threatening to eat me alive.”
He tapped the steering wheel with his thumb for a moment.
“I can live with that,” he said finally.
“Well, I can’t. Are we almost there?”
“Almost.”
He took the next left onto another dark wooded road that stopped at a dead end. He turned off the engine, and I gave him a dirty look.
“If this is a setup for a make-out joke, I’m not going to be amused.”
He gave me his sexiest crooked smile.
“Do you think about making out with me often?”
“Get out and give me my keys. I’m going home.”
He quickly opened the door and got out, pocketing the keys.
“Nope. We just got here. Don’t you want to see where we are?”
I looked out the windshield at the dark trees. Given the turns we’d taken, I knew there wasn’t much this far out of town.
“Not really. And if you call me a chicken, I’m going to…”
He leaned down into the open door, studying me intently.
“Going to what?” he asked, calling my bluff.
I huffed.
“Fine. Show me where we are.”
I got out of the car and gestured for him to lead the way. He looked down at my heels.
“It might be easier if I carried you.”
“That would be the furthest thing from easier. Please just start walking, Fenris.”
My feet were cold in seconds, but I was grateful for the jacket. It took us ten minutes to reach a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Fenris opened the door and gestured for me to enter.
I hesitated, looking at the dark space.
“Should I be worried?” I asked.
“Do you really want to stand on the porch, shivering, while we weigh the pros and cons for walking into a secluded cabin in the middle of nowhere?”
“Given that you’re a wolf, and I’m a girl in red shoes, yes. Yes, I do.”
He laughed and nudged me forward.
“In before you turn into a popsicle.”
I only walked a few feet into the cabin before stopping because I couldn’t see a thing.
“Just a second,” Fenris said, closing the door and moving past me.
