Rachel instinctively knew she had given her lycanthropy to the man in her arms. All the same, she kept the kiss going, just for S & G’s.
“Um, Rachel?” Fangle tapped her on the shoulder. She waved him off, as did the man in her arms being kissed.
“Rachel, that’s not your…uh, boyfriend,” Stephanie gasped.
Rachel’s eyes shot open, followed by her arms and mouth. She pulled away from the short-haired teenager in the khakis and Izod shirt, exchanging a stunned look.
“Wow,” he said, scratching his short buzz cut. “If you kiss like that all the time, your boyfriend’s a lucky guy.”
Rachel’s jaw bounced off the floor like a regulation basketball in an NBA tournament. “Uh…um…sorry?” Realization sunk in of what she’d just done, of what she’d just made this young man into.
The young man, who wore a name tag that said “Mitch,” shook his brain back into a working state. He checked his watch, and gasped. “Damn, I’m late. Listen, thanks for the pick-me-up!” Mitch hightailed it across the upper walk of the mall. “Sorry about the confusion!” he yelled back as he ran.
Rachel watched in shocked silence as he ran. “I…I gave him…he’s a…”
“C’mon, snap out of it!” Stephanie said, shaking Rachel into reality. “We’ll have to do something about him. First, we’ve gotta find him. Then, we need to get him away from the public eye before tonight.”
The werewolf women tracked Mitch’s scent, finding it increasingly laced with feminine and lupine aromas. Judging from the lack of panic among the other civilians, he hadn’t changed yet. They grimly noted the loss of the AWOL’s scents, and had also seen no sign of Nora.
Finally, they tracked Mitch down. Apparently, he worked in the mall, in…
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