Another window burst open beside hers. Hawthorne stuck his head out, his long hair falling tangled around his face. The silver burned bright in the dying light as he scowled at the werewolf. “Keep it down, fuzzball!” he shouted into the shadowed yard. “Some of us have to get up early for work!” Slapping her hand over her mouth, Nicole choked on her giggles as Wes looked up at the steaming elf and let out the longest howl yet. A polished shoe sailed high through the air and smacked against his furry face.
Tbh this was one of the best parts.
