What did you get? Anything special for a special person, maybe?
"Just some birthday gifts, no big deal."
"But my birthday was months ago, silly... "
"WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE WITH YOU?"
The guys all move faster than I thought possible, surrounding me. Cam and Kota are in front, between Kaley and the rest of the group. Oliver stands directly in front of me, Sierra stays at my side, her arm still linked with mine, and Mateo is on the other. Sam steps behind me, sandwiching me between him and Oliver, giving me only inches of space to breathe.
I place the palm of my free hand lightly on Oliver's back, and simultaneously, Sam places his on my right shoulder and Mateo touches my left shoulder, and I instantly relax. I feel the taught muscles in Oliver's back do the same with the contact.
It took me a minute to realize what they did, though, and I don't know how I feel about it. I can protect myself and fight, but at the same time, she is a different kind of threat. We all recognized it, and they naturally went into a protection stance.
"She has no business being anywhere with the two of you, I am your girlfriend. I demand that you leave with me, you are just embarrassing yourselves with her."
Kaley screams. Does she not understand she is the one causing a scene all by herself right now? This mall is not just werewolves; it has humans too, and they don't know about us. What the hell is she thinking having her meltdown here? I hope she can't shift yet; we will be in trouble if she does out in public with humans.
"Understand this. You do not demand anything from us. Are we clear?"
"But—"
"No! What we do is our business. Who we choose to spend time with is our business. And where we choose to spend time is our business, not yours. You are not our girlfriend. Change your tone and watch how you address all of us. Disrespect will not be tolerated."
Cameron finished, his voice still harsh. "Let's go." He commands our group; I assume, I still can't see a thing. Wow, Sierra was right; being around the guys has made my language more colorful.
She spins me around, keeping me in the center of the group, and I notice the guys don't break formation around me, although they at least spread out enough for me to move comfortably, Sam leading us out. Sierra still has my arm, playing with all of the straps of my new bracelets absent-mindedly. It must make her relaxed.
