Embraced By The Pack

those little yellow goodies.” The guy tapped his finger against

y evening just before closing time. All of my classes at the nearby college

bout the banana pe

ies? Where did he

ellow, and the sign on the gl

's friend tapped the glass

efore sliding down the counter and adding the ridiculous a

sandwiches long enough to call out to the rest

ther." A guy a little way

ake things easier.

the sandwich shop, and

ntire football team come in

ctive men. We were supposed to be closing in ten minutes

g the buttons on the checkout scr

weet guys? They were my jam. The less ego, the better. If I ever se

then went back to the beginning

eese, tri

continued working through the last few sandwiches. I was reaching for y

ndwich on

The other guys hooted a

another tall, gorgeous dude who undoubtedly spent way t

his changed going from a

eesy bread, scra

lips parted, and something that sound

e of the other

glass separating us. I took a step back. Wh

epared for an emergency, so I booked it straight through the back door. I didn't have a car c

ht my bicep, spinning me around. I crashed into

t as fast. Without the glass between

the cops," I threatened, tryi

and deep. Like an animal. It soun

was trying

British or Austral

n slang from across the

with a sharp snapping sound and a pained yell-howl. I tried to ju

We need to move," the guy

rain process

e big white kidnapper van parked outside the sandwich shop. I shouted for help as I fought

he middle seat, then buckled me in and turned to help the o

and dragged me back, buckling the

right now," he warned

against the seatbelt, but he wa

shuddered at the sound of cracking bones. My entire focus was on

nother guy

e seatbelt hard enough to be glad I was we

nd I finally stopped fighting

aw made me w

Guy was half hum

ose freaky red eyes staring at me as his body ben

I asked, "What t

atbelt answered with a