KAT
Virgin Territory
The smell of bacon grease and contentment fills the old chapel like a benediction nobody asked for but everybody needs. Eddie's working the industrial griddle we salvaged from a restaurant liquidation, his bear-shifter bulk making the spatula look like a toy in his massive hands. Beside him, Burn flips pancakes with the kind of precision that comes from feeding a hundred hungry souls three times a day.
"Order up!" Eddie slides a plate toward me that's got enough food to feed three people. "Alpha special. Don't argue."
"I wasn't gonna argue." I grab the plate before Dave can steal my bacon. He's got his own mountain of food, but the man's developed sticky fingers when it comes to my breakfast. "Just gonna ask if you're trying to fatten me up for winter."
"Winter's
