Willow
The following morning, I walked into the kitchen to find the large hindquarters of some unknown creature lying on one of the kitchen counter tops. There was a large pool of blood beneath the hindquarters, and I noticed with annoyance that some blood had begun to run in rivulets down the cabinet doors, and onto the tiled floor below.
OMG! Didn't these werewolves have any commonsense?
Would it have killed Gamma Caleb to sit the meat on trays? Or even some type of absorbent material?
As I looked at the mess before me in disgust, Lexie made her way into the kitchen, and on her face she had a grin that would give the Cheshire cat a run for his money.
"Good morning," she said happily.
"Is it?" I asked her, as I looked back at the mess I now had to clean up.
"Yes, it is," she s
