Chapter 4
Cain trotted ahead of Mitch, leading the way back to cabin. Mitch forcefully put one foot in front of the other. Tuckered out from an endless cooking session to feed the masses, he thought of nothing more than a hot shower and then crashing into bed. Morning could damn well wait for him. If he climbed out before noon, he’d be doing something.
He pondered his roommate who’d actually shown up in human form for dinner. Not that Mitch recognized him at the time. Only his scent gave Mitch a clue. Turns out, Cain wasn’t bad looking at all. Tall, broad-shouldered, with wavy brown hair that appeared a little shaggy for modern tastes. Cain wore jeans and a plain brown shirt. Nondescript. Ordinary. Nothing to stand out or attract attention. He also took a seat near the back wall, didn’t
