Chapter 9
Kent crawled out of bed and wandered to the bathroom, still half asleep. He’d been up late again. Coming out of the bathroom he was awake enough to note the smell of food and peered around the corner. Patrick was in the kitchenette cooking eggs on the little single-pan burner they had. Scrambled eggs was always a challenge, what with werewolves eating so much and only being able to do two eggs at a time so you ended up eating each batch as the next pair cooked so they didn’t turn into a cold, congealed blob on the plate.
“You’re home,” he said. Then he looked around, suddenly frantic. “Kendra didn’t stay the night, did she?”
“No, she’s at home. She had laundry to do. Why? Are you naked?” Patrick hadn’t turned around.
“Nearly. Give me a minute.” He retreated to his room and ca
