If there was one thing that could distract me from those disturbing thoughts about Chad that
may be wrong
, potential missing memories that may have never existed, and possibly
accelerated pregnancies
that don’t fit this world’s logic...
> Food. Lots of food. Another werewolf, though. Unmistakably. Perhaps waiting for his mate to finish at the clinic? At least one of us is enjoying this. Having to wait to dig in is the worst. I may have to find somewhere to hide this thing so that it is not on hand at times like this. Keep yapping, I’m not texting her back. I’ve never even done this at all until today... I’m lucky I didn’t do something more embarrassing than an accidental photo! But I just can’t! Stop whimpering like I’m going to get mauled by them if I don’t contact her, it’s NOT constructive! And somehow... not a hells damned other werewolf of the Rimecoat has been anywhere I’ve led them near! <