Big Bad Wolfie

2) Oh, Heck No.

". . . So, you guys gonna get in the car civilly," grumps mocked me. "Or we gonna have to do this the hard way?"

"Oh, you wish! We —"

"The easy way," I cut Harper's protests off.

"What?!" She hollered.

"What else are we gonna do Harps? We're gonna end up back at the house either way. Unless. . . You want to abandon everyone too."

It wasn't the most sensitive thing I could have said in the moment, and I know it's not true. But I don't have time to find another way to convince her.

She looked conflicted, her eyes darting around trying to find something to say but came up empty. She looked down dejectedly.

"We don't even know for sure if they're telling the truth," Destiny squeaked.

"You're right, we don't. But if they're not, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," I told her calmly, hoping it'll rub off on her.

"So you're okay with us just walking into a possible trap?" Harper glared at me. I guess someone suddenly got her voice back.

  I shrugged, "believe it or not, I actually have confidence in the two of you," I told them. "We can get out of whatever we get ourselves into," I assured.

There was a pause.

"And besides, do you honestly think I'd let them even think about hurting either of you?" I stared into her eyes. "They want to, they can go through me first."

Another awkward pause.

"Great! Now that that's all figured out, let's get going," the beta chirped, extending his hand toward a van none of us payed any mind to before this.

Harps scoffed. "I knew that van smelled funny."

"Really? I didn't even notice it. All I smelled was blood," I commented, walking towards it.

While heading towards the car, the dogs are happily breathing down our necks.

"That was the goal. We drenched it in air freshener before we came. Wanted to get the werewolf sent off it," Happy explained.

I'm just gonna give these three seven dwarf's names until I find out their real ones.

Happy, grumpy, and. . . Quiety?

That's not a dwarf name from Snow White, but it's fitting.

We stepped into the van and we were immediately submerged into something terrible.

The stench of wet dog.

Correction, the stench of three wet dogs.

"Oh my cheese," I gagged, covering my nose.

"What happened to those air fresheners?" Harps followed with my same actions.

Desi just stayed quiet with her head down and hands in her lap. But I can tell she's holding back by the way her little nose is twitching.

Happy turned to us from his place in the front seat. "Oh c'mon, it's not that bad."

"No, it's pretty bad," I commented.

"Oh, just shut up," Grumpy mumbled next to me.

The way we're sitting is Happy in front, at the wheel, Grumpy next to me in the first row of seats, and Quiety in the second row with Desi and Harps.

I get why they wanted to split us up and have someone in each section, but why did I get Grumpy? He's so. . . Well, Grumpy.

An awkward silence swallowed us up.