Dayle suddenly remembered something, and glanced up at her Alpha, Jeremy, from her position sitting Indian-style on the floor. "Hey, Jer."
"Aren't Nick and his cronies supposed to be back by now?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nicholas Markleson, Matthew Bohr and Deandre Jones had been friends from the very beginning- even before they had been voluntarily turned into werewolves. They grew up together, did hockey together, went to school together. The works. So when they were introduced to Jeremy Veksler and the underground world of dark and shadows, it was a no-brainer that they'd volunteer to become werewolves together. When all three survived, Jeremy pronounced the friends good luck, and welcomed them into his pack. Just like that.
Fifteen years later, and the three really haven't changed that much since their bumbling awkward post-high school days. They still played video games, drank beer on the couch, and made masculine-sounding comments about girls around town. Girls that they were expressly forbidden to touch on account of 99% of them were human. The only one who WASN'T human was Jeremy's third and younger sister, Dayle, but she's made it clear that she would wipe the floor with them should they ever think to dream about her being with any of them. Older and hotter though she was, she was still stronger than all three of them combined.
More's the pity.
Dayle was right about one thing, though- they should have been home more than two hours ago. With the full moon now a day behind them, the wolves were taking their time coming home from hunting in the mountains. The whole pack liked to roam around the hills hunting rabbits and chasing tails, enjoying the chill moonlight and the blood racing beneath their fur. But when the moon sank behind the range and the sky turned that murky purple color of the moment-before-dawn, the three amigos opted for sticking around and playing some more. Jeremy gave his permission for them to stay until noon, and took off leading the rest of his pack back home.
Now it was nearly three and the friends were ambling back, loping parallel to the highway leading back into town. They were smart enough to stay out of sight, but the whiskey they drank while Jeremy was gone did a number on their otherwise better judgement.
So when they heart the sputtering of an engine and the soft cursing that followed, the three exchanged golden-eyed glances of amusement before going to investigate. It wasn't like they were going to kill the human. Jeremy would slay them for such a thing. But surely the Alpha wouldn't completely condone a little fun, especially when they were a few miles outside the edge of the city where the humans were strictly off limits. A human outside New Hope was fair game. And besides...
Humans were SO much more fun to chase than rabbits.