Elena.

I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes, because I was suddenly jerked awake by the sensation of a wet tongue sliding across my cheek.

My eyes snapped wide open, and I came face-to-face with a panting golden retriever. Jerry, Killian's dog, leaned down again and licked my face.

Pushing him away, I wiped my cheek and looked for Killian, who appeared to be strolling casually toward me.

"You took forever," I complained as I stood up. "We're werewolves, we're supposed to be fast, remember?"

In the back of my mind, Lexi whispered, hypocrite. Killian crossed his arms over his chest, looking me up and down.

"Oh, really,...