The next day, Killian, Cherrie, Reed, and I are wrecking my kitchen. Or rather: baked cookies.
But the first batch is completely burnt, Killian can't get the dough right, and Reed seems to be just enjoying a nice flour bath.
"My parents are arriving tomorrow, and I want everything clean before that, okay?"
"Yes, captain," says Reed, giving me a salute.
For a few minutes, between jokes and flour, everything feels normal again. Almost like we didn’t fight a monster the night before. Almost like I didn’t partially turn into a wolf and find out that my best friend’s ancestors came from a lineage meant to protect humanity from the dark creatures of this world.
"While we’re here pretending to cook, why don’t you tell us more about this trip to Belarus, Killian?" Cherrie asks. "Are they goin
