Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me (Later)

First off, fingers crossed that I get a storm day tomorrow. I could really use the extra time.

Also, I’m going to be at Sinfully Sexy tomorrow, talking about Christmas music. I feel a little bipolar right now, bouncing back and forth between happy Christmas romance and angsty, violent werewolf romance. Factor in the shiny, and it’s a very odd feeling.

“Bryan.” Those were eyes.


“Come here.”

Bryan looked up from his marshmallow. “Are you that drunk you can’t even carry two beer?”

Levi took a slow step back toward the fire. The eyes came closer, and the shape of a dog-like head formed around them.

“Bryan.” Levi tried to keep the panic out of his voice, but even he could hear the sudden tremor in it. Another rustle to his right, and another pair of eyes.

“What?” Bryan pulled his marshmallow out of the fire and stood up, scowling. The frown faded when he saw Levi’s expression. “What’s wrong, Levi?”

Levi didn’t dare turn his head. “We need to get out of here. Right now.”

Then Bryan looked past Levi and saw what had his attention so firmly fixed on the trees. “Oh my God.”

Levi nodded. “On the count of three, head for the truck.” There were more heads appearing out of the darkness, the flames flickering in their eyes.

They looked hungry.

“You ready?” he asked Bryan.

“Yeah,” came Bryan’s soft reply.

“Okay. One, two, three!” And they turned and bolted into the woods, running for their lives.

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