Of course not. Why would he? She knew nothing about werewolf law, but revealing yourself to a human was probably near the top of the forbidden list, along with avoiding all witches and/or killing them. Although maybe the twins had gotten that one wrong.
Would she be more or less safe if she outed herself? Probably less safe. He was feeling very protective of her at the moment as he tried to shield her from the blast of wind and snow pouring into the cabin, even as he stood there naked as a jaybird.
Right, the man in front of her was not the biggest threat.
She finally dropped the skillet.
“We have to seal that.”
He looked around at the absolute wreckage of sheets and clothing and picked up a pillow.
She shook her head. “No, it’s not waterproof.”
She retrieved the space blanket and held it up. “Oh, and there are clothes.”
“I don’t think I’ll fit in your clothes.”
She shook her head. “They came with the cabin.”
She held up a pair of pants that were knotted with two sheets and winced as she freed the pants.
He found a button-down plaid shirt and put it on. It was only a little big on him.
As he buttoned it, he asked, “Do you think its owner is on his way back?”
She smirked. “Only tourists would ever be caught out in that storm. If he were around, he’d be here.”
“So why does it smell like a Whole Foods?”
“What?”
“The grocery store? You don’t have Whole Foods?”
She’d heard of it. “It smells like a grocery store?”
“Like a spice market and an incense factory all mixed together.”
Another blast of wind cut through the air. “We can solve that mystery later!”
He took the pants from her hands, and she glanced down and away, feeling the first curl of warmth she’d felt all day.
She shook her head. She did not need to be ogling werewolves. When she looked back, he was rolling up the cuffs as he hopped toward the window.
“Tape?” he asked.
She shook her head. Maybe there was some in the tubs she hadn’t searched, but they didn’t have time. “Just stretch it over.”
It was a log cabin, which meant there were gaps between the logs. It did not bode well for their chance of ever being warm again, but it was good for sticking things to the walls.
She picked up the knife again and froze. She knew she had to move closer.
It took another twenty seconds to convince her brain to move her feet, but she finally did. She wedged the blanket into the logs with the blunt edge of the blade. He got the hang of it quickly and joined in, shoving the crinkly fabric into the mortar between the logs with his bare fingers. The moment they got a bit of a seal, the silver fabric puffed out immediately with the wind, and a corner flapped free. He grabbed the water bin, staggered a little because it clearly still had water in it, but adjusted and shoved it against the fabric along one side of the window.
She stepped back as he grabbed the cooler off the floor and put it against the other side, so at least the wind was a rough gust and not a full-blown gale in the cabin.
He clapped his hands. “I don’t suppose there were boots anywhere?”
She pointed, and he dove under the bed, pulling out the rest of the drawers and crying with triumph as he found winter clothes.
