Chapter 38

Ebony's POV

“I’m hungry,” I told Ford, walking toward the front door without pause.

The more I thought about it, the more certain I was that I did not want to be home alone with a hunting wolf.

“Let’s go get sandwiches from your friend. Elliot, right? The one with the gross PB&Js.”

At that point, I was talking to myself more than him, but my nerves were starting to get to me, so I wasn’t going to question that.

We stepped out on the porch, which was pretty small, but there was a hammock stretched across it. I glanced down the row of townhouses and noticed that all of the porches had hammocks hanging off to one side of their front doors.

Trudging down the stairs and through the inch of snow on the ground, I glanced at the road that led away from their homes. I knew I couldn’t walk back to my dorm room, so I didn’t bother trying to make a run for it. And it wasn’t like I could outrun the wolf at my side, anyway.

So I thought about the hamm