it?” he asked me.
“Better than I thought she would,” I responded. “I’m glad we told her.”
“Yeah, me too,” he responded.
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When I woke up, it was around lunch time. The TV was off and a blanket was thrown over me. Pots clashed in the kitchen, I got up and stretched and then padded into the kitchen. Allie was cooking. I walked over to see what she making. Yum, grilled cheese and tomato soup. Her hips were moving to an invisible rhythm, and she was still dressed in her pajamas from this morning, which consisted of very short shorts. She turned around when she noticed me standing in the doorway. “Hey, sorry if I woke you up,” she said. “I woke up and I was starving.”
Shocker. “Yeah, that happens before the transition, make sure to eat a lot or you’ll be grouchy,” I yawned. “Where’s Brody?”
She flipped a sandwich on the pan. “He went to school. Are you hungry?”
I nodded and took a seat at the table. She set a plate and bowl before me with a small, shy smile. She asked what I wanted to drink, but I told her I would get drinks and went to the fridge. There were only root beers, so I grabbed two and glasses with ice.
She sat across from me and dug into her food. After her first grilled cheese, she looked expectantly at me. I took another bite of my sandwich and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to spit out whatever was on her mind. She looked down, almost guiltily. “Can I ask you something?” she asked, her voice small.
I set my food down and gave her my full attention. “Yeah, anything, what’s up?”
“What’s it like? To be a werewolf?” she clarified.
I sighed and started in for a long day of questions.
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For that Tuesday and Wednesday, that’s how we spent our time. Sleeping, eating, and me answering her questions when she was awake. We grew closer, and I could feel her warming up to me. With Allie’s perfect attendance, she didn’t mind taking time off and needed to until she learned how to control her emotions and senses. Brody was at school most of the time, but came in to answer questions when he was home. I think Allie was most excited about having Brody back.
Over the two days, she learned the basics about being a werewolf and cleared up some annoying stereotypes. No, we didn’t only change on full moons. We could change whenever we wanted, but the allure to change on the full moon was stronger. Yes, we ate more than the average person. Three times it. No, we didn’t make new wolves by biting them. The only way you could be a werewolf is being born one (sorry Twilight fans). Yes, we can only be killed by silver. No, we weren’t immortal. We lived longer because of our faster healing. No, our eyes didn’t change into a creepy yellow when we shifted. The questions went on and on, but she avoided questions about pairs.
On the third day of our Q&A session, we slept till one. Allie in her bed, me downstairs on the couch. Not that I would mind sleeping in Allie’s bed with her, but I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Allie was exhausted with all the information, and I couldn’t blame her. It was a lot to take in.
Allie walked into the kitchen as I was making breakfast even though it was afternoon. “Morning,” she was energetic, thankfully instead of irritated with her shifty emotions, and still dressed in her pink fuzzy pajama shorts. “Did Brody go to school today?”
I nodded with a piece of bacon between my teeth as I flipped a pancake. She came close to see what I was cooking and I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me. “How’d you sleep?” I asked, finishing the strip of bacon that was in my mouth.
“Great, except every car that went by woke me up,” she grumbled. She rested her head against my shoulder as I flipped another pancake.
I ruffled her hair. “That’s normal, I’ll teach you how to control it later.”
“You can control it?” she asked.
“Yeah, otherwise we would have all gone mad by now,” I answer amused. She shook her head and broke away from me to go to the refrigerator. She was pouring herself a glass of orange juice when the doorbell rang. Before I could say anything, Allie spoke up, “Matt’s here... Wait, how did I know