Chapter 40 Insurrection

• “How the hell did you know to buy these?” I asked Ford, glancing over at the wolf and gesturing to the cabinet. “This is completely insane. This entire place this entire world I’ve been dragged into.”
• Ford stepped forward, and the way he moved toward me told me he intended to lick my face. I held up a hand, and he stopped immediately.
• “Thanks for respecting me, I guess, but seriously, Ford. This is weird.” I grabbed a nail polish, holding it toward him. The wolf moved his shoulders in a gesture that reminded me of a shrug.