His Doctor Luna
“What did you think I was doing for a week? Knitting?”
Her laughter echoed off the tiles around us, drawing some attention from people passing in the hallway.
“I guess not,” she said, shaking her head. “So what’s the research? Anything spicy?”
“Um, sort of, maybe,” I stammered, thinking that Cinda and I might have different definitions for ‘spicy.’ “I’ve been getting kinda hooked on old lore, mysticism, some of the stories that come from the ancestors and the spirits that created werewolves and our power.”