![]() ![]() I would have let the rest of the dishes wait until it was done, but Auriele, Darryl’s mate, wouldn’t hear of it. The dishwasher was running, stuffed full and then some. Darryl, Adam’s second, who usually prepared the meals, was a hellaciously good cook, and his food attracted anyone who could manage to come. The breakfasts weren’t mandatory because that would have ruined the intent. Sunday breakfasts weren’t attended by the whole pack-some of them had families just like regular people or jobs they worked on the Sabbath. ![]() “I’ll get it,” said my stepdaughter, Jesse, hastily dumping two glasses and a fork in my sink.Ī werewolf pack that eats together stays together, I thought, scrubbing stubborn egg off a plate. The phone rang while I was elbow-deep in sudsy dishwater. ![]()
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