It had been hours, and I could still smell her scent. I went to the front door of my house, hoping Zeek and Michael had crashed for the night. I walked into the living room and found that I had no such luck.

Michael spoke first, "Jacob, man, how could you let that happen? What if that girl runs and tells someone? A hunter perhaps?" He was sitting in the old leather chair we kept in the corner of the room, while Zeek was pacing in front of the matching couch.

"Guys, look, I'll talk to her. I'll get her to keep it a secret. She'll understand."

"Oh, so you'll just tell her that the wolves that were in her yard were actually us and that we'd appreciate it if she didn't tell anyone so that we don't get shot? Yeah, that'll go over well," Zeek replied, clearly frustrated with the situation. "How could you be so foolish, Jacob?"

"Zeek, let me at least try to explain things to her. She may surprise you."

Zeek started to argue, but instead let out a long sigh. "Whatever, man." He stomped up the steps, and I heard his bedroom door shut.

"You must really like this girl." I turned to see Michael staring at me, and I could only nod. "All right then, let's go," he said as he stood up.

"Go where?"

"Go talk to this chick. If we talk to her and explain everything, then maybe we'll have a smaller chance of being turned into some freakishly hairy Swiss cheese."

I knocked softly on her door. I heard a yapping dog on the inside, and then the door opened. Jack had a weird look on his face as he looked at me and then at Michael.

"Hi, is Tina here?"

He turned and cupped a hand over his mouth, "Tina!" She walked up toward the door, iPod in hand. She didn't even look up as she made her way to her brother. "What?"

"Some people are here to see you."

She started to look up. "Who-," she stopped when she was me. "Hey," she said as her brother turned and left, "what are you doing here?"

"We need to talk," I replied, studying her confused expression.

Slowly, a wide grin spread across her face. "Whatever, Wolf Boy."

I froze. Behind me, Michael gave a low chuckle. Tina pushed past me and sat in one of the chairs on her porch. Michael stepped toward her, holding out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Michael, one of Jacob's friends," he told her, as she reached up and shook his hand.

"Tina. So, are all of you guys freakishly tall, or is it just genetics?"

"Genetics," replied Michael, as we both took seats across from her.