Chapter Thirty Seven

NOLA

I felt my eyes damn near exploding out of their sockets when the Lycan apologized to me as the timber I'd been sitting on sucked in more of my ass, flattening the bump of skin almost painfully.

I remembered it had been the same in the thickly matted gold seats of the carriage after the Lycan had banished me from the horses.

It could have been dramatic to everyone else, but I was certain Layla and the rest of the girls were turning up their noses at me the whole ride...It was stifling.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Dennis had muttered as I settled on the empty end of the white leather seats inside the high ceiling of the carriage, griping my midriff when the thing went over a particularly bumpy stretch.

”More like what the Werewolf dragged in.” Layla cackled and I reigned what would have been a long gasp as the trio hee-hawed like a brood of ovulating chickens.

“I know you're sure as hell not talking to me,” I chuckled derisively, matching Dennis’ black-eyed stare until Lay