Chapter 62 "Call The Door?"
- Cleaning the kitchen took much longer than cleaning the living room, but I found a Bluetooth speaker on the counter and hooked my phone up to it. With music playing loudly, I jammed out while I cleaned, and found myself enjoying it. It had been years since I did dishes, and there was something therapeutic about it.
- Wolf-Rocco looked hungry, so I fed him a few questionably-aged casseroles that I found in the fridge. I didn’t give him anything that was expired, of course, but everything was pretty questionable since there weren’t dates on any of it.
- He gobbled down everything I put in front of him, which made my job easier since I wasn’t going to eat the possibly-old stuff anyway. Werewolves had to be tougher than humans when it came to sicknesses, considering how awful his shifting had been. Thinking about the sound of those bones breaking was enough to make me shudder.