“So have they told you what they do on full moons?” Annie asked, still leaning toward him. “Do they get naked?”
Dylan shrugged, blushing at the idea of Ryker and August being naked outside in the wilderness.
“I don’t think they howl at the moon,” he said, not able to picture August and Ryker acting so silly. “And I don’t think they get naked.”
“Have they told youanythingabout what they’re going to do?”
Annie sounded a little disappointed at the lack of information. She was obviously curious, but Dylan didn’t have much to tell her.
He scrambled for something to say.
“Do you remember that werewolf cop I told you about?” he asked. “Steve?”
Annie nodded.
“Well, I think they’re going to ask him to spend the full moon with them. It’s a pretty big deal, apparently.”
Dylan had told Annie about meeting Steve – any werewolf encounter was notable and worth sharing – but not about being asked out by him.
“Like a full moon playdate?” Annie asked.
Dylan nodded. “Or the werewolf version of it.”
“Wait, really?” Annie giggled and made a squealing sound. “That’s so cute! I wish you were there so that you could film them and send it to me.”
Dylan very much doubted that anything August, Ryker or Steve got up to would be considered cute. It was far more likely that they were beating each other up and calling it fun. At least that was the impression he’d gotten from how August and Steve talked about their previous full moon encounters.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon, but who knows.”
“I was just kidding,” Annie said, patting his arm. “And you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. Unless they do something shitty, in which case I’ll find some way to fuck them up.”
Dylan laughed. He wasn’t sure what Annie would be able to do against two uber-wealthy werewolves, but he didn’t doubt that she’d be able to pull off something if she put her mind to it.
He didn’t think it would ever come to that, though.
“I’m sure you will.”
At that moment, Coco and Caleb walked into the restaurant, looked around, and rushed over to the table.
“I’m so sorry we’re late!” Coco said, putting her purse on the table and setting a whole bunch of shopping bags down on the floor. “The line at Victoria’s Secret was so long, and I’d found this perfect bra that I just had to buy, and then we ran into Samantha and she had this whole rant about her work, and then-” Coco cut herself off and shook her head. “Never mind. I’m sorry we’re late. Have you ordered?”
Annie snorted, amused at Coco’s chaotic energy. “No, we just got drinks. We were waiting for you.”
“Sorry,” Caleb piped up, picking up the menu. “I’ll have the tacos.”
“Me too,” Coco said, not even looking at the menu. She turned to Dylan. “So, Annie tells us you’ve been hooking up with a werewolf? Tell me everything.”
Dylan shot Annie a betrayed look, blushing a little as he shrugged.
“I’ve just gone on a few dates with them. It’s nothing serious.”
“Wait, for real?” Caleb asked, looking shocked. “I thought Annie was joking.”
Coco slapped his arm. “She wouldn’t joke about something like that – at least not about Dylan.”
Caleb whistled. “Two werewolves.” He furrowed his brow and leaned toward Dylan. “Like actual werewolves? With the height and the muscles and everything?”
Dylan’s blush turned crimson. He nodded, not able to look Caleb in the eye.
