Not that anyone would believe her. But the werewolf pack must have been worried enough that they didn’t trust her on her own. If she’d had family or a friend, she could have suggested staying with them, but she was afraid the werewolves wouldn’t have allowed that either.
She wasn’t without resources. She locked the bedroom door, then looked for her cell phone. No purse, no phone. Figured. She hurried to change out of her clothes, packed a small bag, turned on the shower, and went straight to the bedroom window. She didn’t know what to think about all of them, but she felt like she was in a horror flick where everyone was an alien and she was the only human. Now that she had discovered they were aliens, she had to flee. She planned to get in touch with Rowdy, but what if all his talk about werewolves wasn’t just in good humor, but because he was one too? She had no idea how big the pack was or who all was in it.
She didn’t know where she would go or what she was going to do. If she fled the state, would they come after her? Kill her? For now, they were just keeping an eye on her, being extra polite and really nice to her. But if she told on them, then what?
They thought she hadn’t heard them, but one time she overheard the nurse say that Tara didn’t want to shift into her wolf ever again after she’d nearly died. If Debbie hadn’t heard their conversation when they thought she was still under, she would have believed she had imagined the whole nightmare.
Then the business with the guy who shot the woman with silver rounds? A naked woman, just like Tara? Debbie heard them say these rounds were silver too. But since Allan and his pack mates hadn’t known who Sarah was initially—Debbie just couldn’t wrap her mind around it—she must not have been with their werewolf pack.
Debbie was afraid someone would bite her and change her into one of them. So she was really trying to keep her wits about her, act cheerful like she didn’t think she had anything to worry about, and then run—before they knew what she intended to do.
She grabbed some spare cash she had in a sock in a drawer, then climbed out the window and headed to the garage. This was going to be tricky. She was afraid that as soon as she opened the garage, Allan would hear it and stop her. Or try to stop her.
Here she had thought he was one of the nicest, sexiest, and most caring men she’d ever met. Until he gave mouth-to-nose resuscitation to a wolf who happened to be a werewolf and a friend of his. She suspected all of his extended family were werewolves too. No wonder they were such a close-knit family. She tried to think back to what she’d said about werewolves before this. When Allan had said if he’d played the LARP game he would have been a hunter, she’d really thought he meant he was against werewolves or the concept. Now she suspected he meant he wanted to hunt werewolf hunters. The PI? Vaughn Greystoke?
She put a hand to her temple, feeling light-headed all at once. Another wolf? Another wolf pack? She had to get out of here…now.
She opened the side door to the garage as carefully as she could and stopped dead. Her car wasn’t in the garage, but Allan was. He looked up from grabbing the ice chest. Crap.
His brows raised in one big question mark. What was she doing in the garage when she was supposed to be taking a shower? This was so not good.
Plan B. She would have to come up with a story really fast about why she was in the garage and go along with him to his mountainside cabin—despite wishing she had any other choice. Then when he was sleeping, as long as he didn’t handcuff her to a bed, she’d escape using his vehicle.
She thought of just screaming, but what could she say to the police? A werewolf pack had abducted her? Allan was one of their divers and so was Paul. They were SEALs, for heaven’s sake. Paul’s wife had even trained a couple of men at her dojo who became police officers. So no, Debbie wouldn’t be able to get anywhere with that.
“Hey,” she said, frowning a little. “I thought you said my car was here.” Can’t come up with a story? Get on the offensive.
“I guess they parked it at someone else’s place for safekeeping since you were going to be staying with me for a while. I thought you were taking a shower.” He looked like a really wary wolf.
And she felt like Little Red Riding Hood. So where was the werewolf hunter when she needed one? “I had a bag in my car with all my emergency supplies. I was going to add that to the stuff I wanted to take to your place.”
“Oh. I’ve got mine so if you need anything from it, you’re welcome to it.” He escorted her back to the house. She was certain he didn’t believe her one iota. And the feeling was mutual.
When she returned to her bedroom, she took a shower, glad that she had only been running the cold water or she wouldn’t have any hot water now.