"The present situation is so absurd that I honestly keep expecting someone to jump out and say it was all a prank." Della stood in a line of werewolves, each donating blood samples. "But it was all I could think of."
"Yeah, when someone crashes your party, shoots at you, brings a massive bomb, and threatens to wipe out a significant portion of your species unless you give them blood samples to engineer biological weapons against you, inviting them to join the party seems—well, to be honest, I don't even have a word to describe any of this." Jared rambled, desperately trying to make sense of it all. "It makes sense like a broken change machine."
"Nice." Alexander raised an eyebrow, a chuckle escaping him despite the grim circumstances that surrounded them.
