Chapter 17

The sun shone bright and early, and the traffic on the highway, rare for a city dwelling person, caused an undeniable headache to a restless wolf with sharpened senses and affinity to the quiet of the forest.

Evan Ryder mumbled in his sleep, complaining mostly. The couch carried his weight under lengthy duress, but at least it was comfortable. Unlike his leg, which felt like it had endured laser burns and the treatment had been to peel off the skin. His stomach growled in hunger and he was thirsty. His memory said 'serves you right'. Maybe it did, he wanted to go guns blazing as a one-man show. No, one werewolf show, and this happened. Now he was grumpy and hungry. He noticed how his brother and Noah were still asleep. He had to raid the small fridge because he couldn't cook even if his life depended on it.

Vanessa quickly showered and grabbed a white shirt reaching her mid-thighs. She didn't bother with decent clothes because she had mostly packed them up. She thought about making