“I think that went well,” Karleen said as she stretched out on the chaise lounge in the backyard of the Alpha’s home.
Gabrielle lazily turned her head to look at her partner in crime from her own lounge and smiled. “You do, do you?”
Karleen nodded. “Yeah. Now, I will say there are far more interesting and enjoyable ways to spend an afternoon than shampooing a Smilodon. Still, though, I think we made an excellent impression on him. I think we made our intentions clear.”
“I’d say so,” Gabrielle agreed. “Wyatt didn’t seem too interested in leaving to find clothes, did he?”
“I still say he should’ve just shifted back to human. He could’ve always found clothes later.”
“Sure about that? I mean… that was a lot of cat to shampoo. I’m kinda worn out.”
Karleen sighed. “Yeah, you’re probably ri
