We spent a couple of hours playing card games, and Amelie beat Micah and me both every time. She doesn’t even need a job with all the money she wins from us. It’s now half past midnight, and I can barely keep my eyes open. Micah stayed downstairs for a while, most likely staring out the windows. He’s now in the guest bedroom, but I doubt he’ll get any sleep, just like I know I won’t.
I change out of my clothes into a pair of pajama shorts and a T-shirt. Watching TV isn’t going to help, so I lay on the bed and close my eyes. Being a wolf comes with many advantages, but those perks can also be nuisances. Take, for instance, hearing. I can listen to squirrels scurrying through the woods, the crickets chirping, and both Micah and Amelie’s heartbeats. It’s easy to shut off, but I’m on high ale
