Trishal’s POV
He dropped me off, turned back the way we had come, and drove off.
“He was leaving again?” I sighed, feeling a little down as I trudged towards the stairs at the entrance.
The house was quiet as usual, with the smell of something nice cooking in the air. I followed my nose to the kitchen, seeing two happy adults playing with flour.
“No, no, no, we wouldn't want to be wasting our meal, would we?” I announced, grinning from the entrance and resting both hands on either side of the wall as I leaned in.
"Trish!” Sheila rushed over, looking both excited and surprised. At least she said my name the way I like it for once. I held out both of my hands as she slammed into me like a cannonball.
Grateful for werewolf strength, we would both have keeled over.
“I think I would tr
