The Party

Lance

"Did you two idiots forget why we are called the Wolvesbane pack," I ask Marc and Hazel, angry with them for inviting Jezebel to a fucking pool party. Lucky for her I did meet her today and decided to crash the party or she would have been hurt pretty badly. Yes, werewolves can heal, but burns of that severity would be extremely painful and wouldn't heal right away. It pisses me off thinking about her hurting like that.

"Shit," Marc says. He and Hazel clearly had not thought about Jezebel being new to the pack and not yet immune to the Wolvesbane we have in our water.

"Didn't Jedd warn you about the water?" I ask her.

She pauses before answering, like she is overwhelmed with the news.

"No," she says. "But I am assuming from what you have said about the pack name that it has wolvesbane in it."

"That is correct," I say. "Maybe you should ditch the party, and we can find something else fun to do," I suggest, sounding hopeful.

"No," she replies. "I can avoid the water."

I try to hid