werewolves
“I’ll see what I can scrounge. Hot cocoa too?”
“Yes, please,” Jane said, easing back against the pillow.
As they stepped into the corridor, Jane reached for the bedside table and lifted a small silver pendant: a Catholic cross entwined with wolfsbane. She turned it in the light, something like recognition flickering and fading.
In the ward lounge, a vending machine swallowed Jake’s crumpled tenner. Kim stirred cocoa like she could sweeten the whole night.
“What do you think?” Jake asked.
“You’ve grown up,” she said, watching him.
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