Alex sleeps through the afternoon, and I snack on pretzels and wander around the house until I decide I need something more substantial and make myself a sandwich. I feel like a wraith drifting through the house and slowly recalibrating my entire world view.
At some point, people, I guess grandpa’s townspeople? Pack? Ugh? Anyways, some of them are sleeping upstairs, but everyone is being quiet and respectful. I wonder if they’re just being quiet for my benefit or if they’re all just too tired to make much noise. I feel like werewolves are usually rather…raucous, but everyone here is just sleepy.
I add it to the list of things I need to ask grandpa about later. After someone wakes up. Along with all my concern for Gracie, and questions about mom, the stuff about Taylor that Alex seems to
