Make Me Howl
He found himself sitting on a large sofa in the den, the leather cool against his back, and Juke was pushing a glass of water into his hand, concern evident in every movement.
"Here, drink this." He took the glass offered and gulped the content in one, the water cold and soothing, massaging the fire in his throat on the way down. He stuck the glass out. "More," was all he said, forgetting his manners. Without a word, Juke took the glass and left the room, his footsteps nearly silent on the thick carpet.
"So, your mom has the werewolf gene. Can't say I'm surprised. She's always been a bit of a bitch." Kirk's voice carried its usual lack of filter.
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