MollyI bathed alone.The storm raged on outside as Henry paced the kitchen for some reason.He’d already cleaned himself and was muttering something about the Drifters and his pack.“Henry..?”I stepped out into the living room in nothing but a big, fluffy flannel robe. He turned to look at me and scowled, “I have dinner ready.”“Dinner?”“Pasta,” he said, “It’s about the only thing I can cook that’s worth a shit,” he said, his eyes glowing a golden hue, “I,-”“Did you shift?”“No,” he said, “It’s your heat.”I’d forgotten all about my heat.“Well, I...thank you,” I said as he pulled a chair out for me and scooped some rotini noodles into my bowl and then smothered them with white sauce, “Chicken?”“Yes,” he sighed, “Unless you’re one of those wolf vegetarians.”I giggled, “No, I am not...”“Good,” he said, handing me a garlic roll and a glass of something red, “I couldn’t find any wine glasses, but it’s supposed to be pretty good.”“I love red wine.”“Me, too..”“I know,” I said, “W
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