Chapter 12IT TOOK AWHILE TO DRAG their injured selves back to the main house. By the time they reached the clearing, the sky had turned purple with the approaching dawn.
Small groups of werewolves sprawled on the great lawn. Some were covered in blood with bits of fur in their mouths. Others curled around each other like lovers. In the house, a live band played salsa music for humans and other friends.
Matt greeted the weary group, relief flooding his face. “Where the hell have you been?”
“What does it look like?” Jake snapped.
“This is because of her, isn't it?” He jerked his head in Noelle's direction, sneering.
“Go get Stacey. Warren's got a nasty gash that needs treatment.”
“You're not letting that human stay, are you?”
“Matthew Alejandro Vargas, I gave you a goddamn order. Don
