Chapter 11

The trip started off on a sour note. "I've never seen you wear clothes that tight," were Will's first words when he saw me, as he leaned on the outside of Maria's Jeep. I tossed him a dark scowl, not appreciating his smirk. The top was fine, but the skirt was a little tight, and I really wished he hadn't pointed it out. "Leave her alone, Will," Maria chastised. "We're supposed to be cheering her up, not pissing her off." The other werewolf accompanying us, Jake, was already in the backseat of the car. He was a short but burly werewolf with reddish-blonde hair and a shy smile. We'd always gotten along just fine, and I returned his wave. "Wait for me!" came a voice from behind us. I turned around and felt a surge of irritation: Anne was striding up to us, wearing a tight black dress and bright red lipstick. I glanced at Maria disbelievingly; had she really invited Anne on a trip meant to cheer me up? But Maria looked equally as surprise