“Good to know? Eggplants?” he mocked, unimpressed. “Aren’t you going to insult my pack? My wereball team?”
“Unlike most of you uncivilized primates, I don’t judge an individual based on the pack?—”
“Oh, that’s a pity.” His hoarse voice dropped ten octaves. “Do you know what’s bigger than our eggplants?”
“Blocking you now?—”
“The applause!” He laughed, prompting shivers to erupt all over my skin. “The round of applause you deserve for your speech!”
“Do you play wereball?” I decided to change the subject, uncomfortable with all that huskiness. It was definitely messing with my weak hormones.
“Yes, like everyone else in my pack. Last time, we broke your ass,” he added with a satisfied tone.
The protective instinct for my pack kicked in.
“Yeah, because the Highlander was in Scotland, and apparently that Terminator guy cheated the whole game.”
He roared out a laugh. My wolf howled and hopped around in my head. Crazy hairhead.
“It’s wereball, bunny. Cheating is just as allowable as masturbating in the middle of the field!”
I pinched the bridge of my nose at his vulgarity, even if his words reminded me of those I used with Tiziano back in class. Minus the masturbation part.
“But you seem to have very strong opinions about it. Are you an expert on the game?”
I smiled in return, then rolled my eyes thinking about it. “I’m not, but everyone in my family is obsessed.”
“Then how come you’re not?”
Biting my lip, I pondered whether to admit the truth to a faceless Rudolph.
Santa Claus’s Rudolph flashed through my head to fill in the blank, and I giggled.
I opted for the half-truth. Odd how sometimes you could speak freely and uninhibitedly to a stranger.
“Well, I dislike seeing my brother get beaten up all the time.”
“Beaten up? Then he’s a toothpick,” Rudolph snorted with an arrogant tone.
I was about to say he was none other than the Highlander himself, which was why he got targeted the most, but I hesitated. That would give him way too much information about my identity. Highlander meant the son of the Alpha, and if I was his sister, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that I wasalsothe daughter of the Comet Alpha. Part of me wanted Rudolph to keep talking to me, to get to know my true personality. He would most likely cower away otherwise.
“Of course not! In fact, he plays in the main team, with a very important role,” I boasted.
“Oh, really? I’msoooimpressed!” He said it in a way that indicated he wasn’t impressed at all. “And who is this brave hero?”
“I don’t need to tell you to prove a fact.” At this, he chuckled.
“Maybe because he’s a giant pussy who didn’t even make it to the main team?”
“Do you hear yourself?” Before he could say yes, I shot back, “Of course you do. You love listening to yourself. Do you know that every mammal comes from a vagina? And yes, that includes you.”
“Are you calling me a mammal?”
His snarky comment didn’t stop my rant. “The vagina is a warrior! It stretches up to four inches in diameter when giving life. It bleeds, it heals faster than almost any other tissue in the body, and it’s self-cleaning!” I inhaled sharply and continued, “Oh, and the clitoris alone has over eight thousand nerve endings—that’s double the number in the penis, by the way. So stop making cretinous comments about pussies!”
“Four inches, you say?” he hummed. “Let me check the width…”
I growled right into the phone.
