Nefretiri
"Okay..." I turned, walking to the edge of the aisle and poking my head around the corner in time to see the back of one of the werewolves. "You're not subtle!"
They had followed me through the store, hiding when I tried catching them.
I wasn't afraid of them, which was worrisome on its own. If Ricky saw them near me, he'd lose his mind, and they'd pay the price for it. They weren't dangerous, at least not to me. Honestly, they reminded me of puppies following you because you had bacon in your pocket. It was endearing in a stalker way, making me want to protect them. Again, that was concerning. Why did I feel like that?
Was it because of Ivan?
