MARTIN'S POV
And the kitchen was all mine again. If Helga wanted to leave the kitchen to me every night, I would not complain. In fact, I was considering making some sort of arrangement so that I could cook on some days, or at certain times. My house was still the same temperature, and again, no one knew what it was. Even the other wolves went to check it out, and some barely made it inside, feeling the spasms of a possible change. Apparently, I would still have several days to stay with Carl's family, which was not a problem for me, or for them, especially since they had a structure good enough for all of us, and we were all helping each other.
After I had bathed, Carl had gone out to take care of some business. After Angus passed away, he had a lot of work and a lot of resolutions, alt
