Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,57

together.

Contemplative, I walk all the way to the warehouses, finding the third one easily. You can tell which is which by the graffiti. One of them has a giant llama on the side with sunglasses and says, “No llama drama” in bright yellow.

There are a couple of shifters hanging out in the yard, playing corn hole with bean bags, and drinking beers stacked around on wooden barrels on the grass. They cast me looks as I hurry by, but none of them speak to me, and I don’t dare make eye contact. Wearing nothing but Luca’s shirt and my carnal guilt, I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

I veer off the road once I reach Addie’s warehouse. It’s the one with a newly graffitied front door, which has been made into an optical illusion. The paint makes it look like it leads down a dark hallway, complete with a concrete floor and a door at the end. It looks ridiculously realistic. In front of me, one of the male shifters, stumbling slightly, runs into it. “Whaa?...Fuck, man, how do I get to the door?” he slurs, looking totally stumped.

I stop in front of the drunk shifter and reach around him to grip the handle. I turn the knob and push it open. “There you go.”

He turns wide eyes on me. “Magic,” he whispers before stumbling inside.

With a shake of my head, I slip in after him, hoping no one will notice me as I sneak upstairs and get in the shower. But as soon as the door shuts, Addie appears in front of me, her phone blasting music. My eyes widen at P!nk’s “Walk of Shame” blaring, and Addie grins at me from ear to ear as she sings along.

To my horror, there’s a whole group of shifters hanging out in the kitchen and living room, and they all look over at me with various expressions of amusement.

I’m gonna kill her.

Right after I die of embarrassment.

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Reese

I snatch the phone from Addie’s hand, but I haven’t used technology in a while, so I don’t know how to turn it off. I do, however, manage to take some very unflattering selfies that make me look like I have four chins to offset my crusty sex hair very nicely.

“Cheese and mice, make it stop!”

I shove the phone back into her hands, while Addie giggles. “Okay, okay.”

Taking mercy on me, she turns the song off before handing the phone back to me. I look at her in question.

“It’s yours. I got it for you,” she explains. “I also picked up a few other things for you, but I figured you’d want a phone.”

I blink down at it in surprise. “Wow, thank you,” I say, caught off guard by her generosity.

“I took the liberty of adding some of our phone numbers into it. And photos. And songs.”

“So I heard,” I say dryly.

Addie grins and slinks her arm through mine and starts tugging me forward toward the lounge area. I see several people I don’t recognize, as well as a couple I do.

I see Rattlesnake Zoey along with that chimp chick who nabbed me in the yard when my rat was trying to chew through the warehouse to get to Luca. The chimp—Mitzy—grabbed me while I was trying to squeeze into a tiny gap in the sheet metal. Maybe she took pity on me, and that’s why she used her opposable thumbs to get me inside. I should probably give her some kind of female fist bump.

I walk with Addie, my face burning as we go further into the room. I don’t know what to expect in this pack, so all of my senses are on high alert. My eyes dart around, counting every shifter present—twelve—and I take in what they’re doing. Eating, cooking, playing video games, playing darts, just hanging out like it’s a lazy Sunday. Every single one of them has a different smell, distinct and sharp. My imagination of what they could all be runs wild.

Chimp Mitzy and Rattlesnake Zoey are sitting at the island countertop, eating some food, while more are moving around the kitchen cooking. Their voices are mingling as they talk and laugh with each other. The group in the living room heckle one another as they play some sort of racing game on the flat screen TV.

“Everyone, this is Reese,” Addie says, loud enough for her voice to echo throughout the space. “Reese, this is everyone.”

Various heys and hellos get thrown back, and I do a little wave in