“CARLY DOESN’T NEED your underwear,” Aunt May warned.
But none of the men were complaining. Their eyes jerked down and stuck to the only weapon I had remaining. I hoped no one but me heard the clatter of metal against metal as Carly pushed cans sideways on the rack in an effort to clear enough space to clamber up.
Of course, skinless ears are superhuman. “What’s she doing?” demanded Carl.
Without my pelt, human muscles were no match for those of a werewolf. I blinked...and Carl was behind me. His hand clamped down on Carly’s ankle before she could pull herself one shelf higher and out of reach.
And Victor, to my surprise, barked out an order. “Don’t touch my cousin.”
For half a second, everyone froze. Like when Luke had made his pronouncement about race contestants, Victor’s words suc
