Alliance? Yes, she was right. “Sorry,” he replied, trying to be patient and gracious. Patient and gracious was hard for him as he was usually snappy and aggressive but he could mind his manners in the presence of another werewolf and only ever under those circumstances. “Take you time and I’ll be standing here when you’re ready.” He looked at her before clasping his hands and staring forward. “I’ll be right here. Let me know if I can help you.”
“I don’t need help.” That was her new catch phrase apparently. She said it to the teachers, to the university’s receptionists, to the doctors and nurses down at the clinic. And now to him. A couple more shirts and a few pairs of jeans later, she had moved on to collecting up her guitar picks from the now forgotten couch. “Where am I going to be staying, anyway?” Zoey queried, pausing to look up at him. “I should have asked that first.”
