Chapter 10
Kent stretched and sat up with a groan. His head was pounding, which was odd. It was damn near impossible for a werewolf to get a hangover so bad it resulted in a headache that felt like it was trying to split a person’s head in two.
For a long moment he sat with his head in his hands, legs over the side of the bed, elbows on his knees, willing the pain to fade enough that he could open his eyes. The bedroom door opened and then shut, and he could hear footsteps inside the room.
“Patrick? What time is it?”
“Not Patrick and it’s nearly noon.”
He knew that voice and he looked up, sunlight be damned. He wasn’t in his basement bedroom at Mrs. Meyers’, he was back in his childhood bedroom staring at his older brother. Suddenly the obscene amount of sunlight in the room made sens
