Especially while he was furry.
A furry werewolf.
Dammit, that was a lot to wrap my head around.
I wheezed at him as we jogged (well, as I jogged and he trotted), "You should definitely choose someone else to be your mate. You and your kidnapper buddies are not my kind of guys, and I'm far from the easy, party-loving, sorority girl that guys like you are into."
My honey-blonde ponytail swayed behind me, reminding me why people sometimes assumed I was something other than the book-smart nerd I really was.
The wolf ignored me again.
Tired of being ignored, I shut my mouth and just kept on running. I was slow, but still moving.
It felt like an eternity later when I heard a car's engine behind me.
Cursing, I practically threw myself into a bush off to the side of the dirt road. Branches cut me and scratched me, but if it was Jesse's friends, I couldn't afford to get caught.
Jesse—or the wolf that had once been Jesse—crouched beside me, his body hidden by the bush even though he wasn't inside the damn thing like I was.
Sure enough, the kidnapper van passed us. They didn't even slow down.
When they were gone, the forest seemed even darker than it had before.
"I'm going to die out here," I mumbled to myself, as I slowly extricated my body from the bush. The wolf was licking me again, running his tongue over my cuts and scrapes. "Stop it, dammit. I don't know you." I shoved at his face.
He growled.
"Go find your wolfy friends and leave me to escape on my own." I tried to shoo him away. He barely budged. "Damn you." I sighed, then started walking down the dirt road.
I walked, and walked, and walked. By the time the sun was rising, I was still walking.
When I finally saw a flicker of light ahead of me, I let out a whoop of excitement and picked up my pace.
Abduction averted.
It wasn't until I reached the edge of town that I realized I'd celebrated too soon.