Ellie's face gets all pinched as she stares at me. "Are you going to get that?"
That being my phone, I guess, since it just beeped.
I scoff. "Are you kidding me? I'm not getting near that cat if you pay me." Did she not just witness everything herself? It's become abundantly apparent the cat doesn't want me touching my phone. I'm not about to argue with it.
I'm also not going to let my phone just go, but a direct confrontation with a snarling furnado is not my strong suit. My hands and arms throb and ache, the pain enough to twist my stomach, and my phone's being held hostage by evil in a fur suit while I stand here like an idiot.
But…
My eyes go from the cat to the cranky, murderous Ellie, an idea forming.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're a Luna-class wolf," I point out.
Her shoulders go back and her chin goes up. "Of course." Apparently her bone-deep pride is still intact through whatever she's been going through.
