Cult

“Can I see it?” Chris questioned as the four of us walked through the woods towards Blackstone’s pack lands.

James wore a look of irritation. Since we all left the house, Chris has had about a million questions. Some have been genuinely curious, and some have been downright ridiculous.

The man had the audacity to ask my husband if that was why his dick was so big….

I’ve been wearing the secondhand embarrassment from that since the words left his mouth. Reaching up, I feel my cheeks are still heated and I’m not sure that’ll ever go away.

“See what?” James sighed, running his fingers through his hair. The strands are sticking up in every direction, a clear sign of his nervousness and frustration.

“Your werewolf. That crazy thing that almost murdered me today…” Chris stared at James as if his question was stupid.

“No.”

Chris turned towards me with narrowed eyes, before fluttering them into a dramatic roll.

“You’re acting like a child,” I hissed.

“Tell me you didn’t want to ask when you f