[Locked to Carrie]

There was one very exhausted werewolf sprawled out on the bed in the master bedroom. He'd spent most of the day either chasing Ella around or trying to help decorate the house. He had no idea what set Lil off and made her want to turn the entire place into a winter wonderland, but it had worn him out.

Or that was what he was going to tell everyone. No way was he going to admit that spending four hours entertaining Ella had tired him out. Of course, he wasn't so tired that the thought of pulling out some paintball guns wasn't entertaining, but he'd just wrapped them and wasn't going to go digging in the hiding spot for them.

Instead he was going to lay here and pretend to be dead and hope Lil took pity on him.