Pack Challenge
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Zach gave a growl of his own and stood up. Fuck this shit. He angrily yanked off his boots and jeans. Standing naked in the middle of the room, he shifted.
A few minutes later, a 200-pound dark brown wolf silently padded out of the shack. He smelled her scent in the air and knew exactly the direction she had gone to meet up with her friendshe turned and trotted off the opposite way.
Chapter Seven
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She had easily gotten through the intense question rtion of the evening: Where did you go? No where. Did you see Zach? Nope. What happened to your leg? Just a scratch.
She flew through Mikis 20 minute analysis on the groups businesssome of the hottest clubs shed heard of in San Francisco, Seattle, New York, London, Milan, the list just went on and onand why a bunch of so-called club owners would be in a little dinky town in Texas throwing a rave.
But it was Angelinas innocent I had so much fun tonight while they were driving home that Sara simply couldnt take the pressure any more.
IM A WHORE! She screeched.
Miki hit the brakes of the white pickup, causing the vehicle to fish tale. It stopped in the middle of the deserted highway.
The three friends sat in the vehicle, not moving, not speaking. They stared out at the big, star-filled Texas sky.
Miki, her hands still gripping the steering wheel, glanced at Sara Youre not wearing any underwear, are you?
Sara let out a strangled squeal and buried her head in her hands.
Angelina and Miki burst out laughing.
Bitches. Sara muttered.
***
It had been a busy night for Sara. A slammin rave. Head from a stranger. And shit from her friends. But she was sure it was the mere three hours of sleep that was making her unbelievably cranky. Shed already ripped poor Marrecs head off when she got to work. Hed run out and gotten her a large cup of coffee, like an offering to some evil bitch goddess, then scurried away to his workshop to finish off some guys order. She didnt blame him. She was being a total bitch and she knew it. She blamed Zach.
Zach. That was a stupid name. He was stupid. Stupid big armed, big handed bastard. Both Miki and Angelina assured her that she would never see the guy again.
Honey, hes a biker. He got his wings and flew. That was after they had arrived back at her apartment. During this portion of the conversation, she had buried her head in the couch, her hands over her ears, but her friends werent giving her a break.
Would you prefer we lied to you, Miki asked, Tell you hes going to marry you and take you away from all this.
We love you too much to do that. Angelina added.
Yeah. Sure. That was it.
Sara flipped through a magazine she foundlying around. She figured it was Angelinas since it was all the newest fashions, none of which she knew. But she wasnt reading anything. She wasnt even seeing the pictures. All she kept seeing were those big hands and those beautiful hazel eyes. She kept remembering how his tongue tasted and the feel of his hands on her legs between her thighs
Hi.
Nothing! She snapped, for no reason in particular. She saw Angelina in front of her.
Hmm, I wonder what youve been thinking about? Her friend asked with mock innocence.
Sara sneered at her. Why are you here?
I was just seeing how my best friend was doing after her recent bout with promiscuity?
Im tired and cranky.
Clearly. Angelina tugged on her friends jacket. Come on. Lets get out of here. Ill get you lunch or something.
Saras eyes narrowed, Did Marrec call you?
Angelina turned on that dazzling smile. Well, hes been hiding in the back now for two hours. You scared the shit out of him.
Honestly. Sara slipped off the stool and grabbed her backpack. Im leaving, she yelled at the back door. You can come out now.
Sara came around the corner and moved toward the front door. When she realized that Angelina wasnt next to her, she stopped and spun around. Are you coming or what?
But the expression on Angelinas face startled her. She was staring at her like she had grown another head. Whats your problem?
Angelinas eyes narrowed. Honey, wheres your limp?
Now it was Saras turn to look as if her friend had grown another head, My what?
Ive known you 20 years now. And since day one, Ive watched you limp your ass around this town. Now. Today. I just watched you practically skip to the front door. Pain free. What the hells going on?
Sara looked down at her legs. She took a few steps. Nope. No limp. Because there was no pain. None. Stranger still, even on those rare occasions that Sara didnt have pain, her leg was always so weak that she still had the limp. Now it felt like her wounded left leg was as strong as her right. And both felt even stronger than that.
Sara bent her knee and raised her leg up. She stretched the leg out behind her and leaned forward. No pain. No weak muscles. Just fluid movement.
Sara had been so late this morning and so busy thinking about Zach she hadnt even realized it. In fact, when she got out of bed she immediately started limping out of habit.
I dont know. It hurt yesterday. A lot.
A few minutes later, a 200-pound dark brown wolf silently padded out of the shack. He smelled her scent in the air and knew exactly the direction she had gone to meet up with her friendshe turned and trotted off the opposite way.
Chapter Seven
TOC
She had easily gotten through the intense question rtion of the evening: Where did you go? No where. Did you see Zach? Nope. What happened to your leg? Just a scratch.
She flew through Mikis 20 minute analysis on the groups businesssome of the hottest clubs shed heard of in San Francisco, Seattle, New York, London, Milan, the list just went on and onand why a bunch of so-called club owners would be in a little dinky town in Texas throwing a rave.
But it was Angelinas innocent I had so much fun tonight while they were driving home that Sara simply couldnt take the pressure any more.
IM A WHORE! She screeched.
Miki hit the brakes of the white pickup, causing the vehicle to fish tale. It stopped in the middle of the deserted highway.
The three friends sat in the vehicle, not moving, not speaking. They stared out at the big, star-filled Texas sky.
Miki, her hands still gripping the steering wheel, glanced at Sara Youre not wearing any underwear, are you?
Sara let out a strangled squeal and buried her head in her hands.
Angelina and Miki burst out laughing.
Bitches. Sara muttered.
***
It had been a busy night for Sara. A slammin rave. Head from a stranger. And shit from her friends. But she was sure it was the mere three hours of sleep that was making her unbelievably cranky. Shed already ripped poor Marrecs head off when she got to work. Hed run out and gotten her a large cup of coffee, like an offering to some evil bitch goddess, then scurried away to his workshop to finish off some guys order. She didnt blame him. She was being a total bitch and she knew it. She blamed Zach.
Zach. That was a stupid name. He was stupid. Stupid big armed, big handed bastard. Both Miki and Angelina assured her that she would never see the guy again.
Honey, hes a biker. He got his wings and flew. That was after they had arrived back at her apartment. During this portion of the conversation, she had buried her head in the couch, her hands over her ears, but her friends werent giving her a break.
Would you prefer we lied to you, Miki asked, Tell you hes going to marry you and take you away from all this.
We love you too much to do that. Angelina added.
Yeah. Sure. That was it.
Sara flipped through a magazine she foundlying around. She figured it was Angelinas since it was all the newest fashions, none of which she knew. But she wasnt reading anything. She wasnt even seeing the pictures. All she kept seeing were those big hands and those beautiful hazel eyes. She kept remembering how his tongue tasted and the feel of his hands on her legs between her thighs
Hi.
Nothing! She snapped, for no reason in particular. She saw Angelina in front of her.
Hmm, I wonder what youve been thinking about? Her friend asked with mock innocence.
Sara sneered at her. Why are you here?
I was just seeing how my best friend was doing after her recent bout with promiscuity?
Im tired and cranky.
Clearly. Angelina tugged on her friends jacket. Come on. Lets get out of here. Ill get you lunch or something.
Saras eyes narrowed, Did Marrec call you?
Angelina turned on that dazzling smile. Well, hes been hiding in the back now for two hours. You scared the shit out of him.
Honestly. Sara slipped off the stool and grabbed her backpack. Im leaving, she yelled at the back door. You can come out now.
Sara came around the corner and moved toward the front door. When she realized that Angelina wasnt next to her, she stopped and spun around. Are you coming or what?
But the expression on Angelinas face startled her. She was staring at her like she had grown another head. Whats your problem?
Angelinas eyes narrowed. Honey, wheres your limp?
Now it was Saras turn to look as if her friend had grown another head, My what?
Ive known you 20 years now. And since day one, Ive watched you limp your ass around this town. Now. Today. I just watched you practically skip to the front door. Pain free. What the hells going on?
Sara looked down at her legs. She took a few steps. Nope. No limp. Because there was no pain. None. Stranger still, even on those rare occasions that Sara didnt have pain, her leg was always so weak that she still had the limp. Now it felt like her wounded left leg was as strong as her right. And both felt even stronger than that.
Sara bent her knee and raised her leg up. She stretched the leg out behind her and leaned forward. No pain. No weak muscles. Just fluid movement.
Sara had been so late this morning and so busy thinking about Zach she hadnt even realized it. In fact, when she got out of bed she immediately started limping out of habit.
I dont know. It hurt yesterday. A lot.
