Written in Red (The Others, #1)

by Anne Bishop

She had a feeling he already thought she was pretty brainless, and she didn’t want to confirm it.

Folding her arms, she stared out the side window and muttered, “Bad Wolf.” His only response was to burst out laughing.

Calling him Mr. Wolfgard was becoming an effective door she kept slamming in his face, and he didn’t like it.

The Others didn’t understand the story either, but they all agreed on one thing: there wasn’t a single chick in the whole movie.

“What’s a stag stick?” Meg asked, taking the packages. He stared at her for a moment. Then he put a fist below his belt and popped out a thumb.

“Shit. Fuck. Damn damn damn.” Swearwords were one of the best things humans had invented,

The sweatshirt was big on her and she looked ridiculous. He liked it. And he liked that she was wearing something that carried his scent.