I squeezed Cahl’s Onkyo in my hand with the secret hope of crushing it, of smashing it to bits if I couldn’t find its owner. I had to put up with the hateful looks of the meta-dogs as they carried the lifeless body of one of theirs. The werewolf wouldn’t get a sandwich.
I was about to enter the hallway leading to the bedrooms when I saw Koran and Erwan arguing with Cahl. The latter hadn't yet changed and was still wearing his jogging pants. They all looked very serious; their conversation wasn't a simple exchange of courtesies. Cahl suddenly turned his head towards me and I felt like a kid caught spying on their parents. His cousins spotted me too, and after a brief nod to which I waved my hand, returned to their rooms.
Cahl waved his index finger in a clear invitation to come closer, I
