Fuck It

"Hey!" Hunter exclaims when we step into the room, covering his junk with his hands. Angelique squeals when she catches a glimpse of his naked body but I bury her face in my chest so she doesn't see that horrifying shit again, "What the hell? Shouldn't you be sleeping in the middle of the dessert?"

"Get dressed, man," I order, shaking my head and laughing when I see him curse and pause his game to reach for his boxers. I still have my hand on Angelique's head. I release it only when I see my friend is decent and I toss her onto my bed, drawing another squeal out of her, "This is what you do in your spare time? Jerk off to Call of Duty? Is there something else I should know about?"

"Fuck you, I wasn't jerking off!" He quickly defends himself, "I let my wolf go for a short run and when I came back I didn't bother to cover up."

"You went for a run without me?" I ask, offended.

"He was feeling anxious. Anyway, tell me what you're doing here, especially you," he points to Angelique, who is