“It's been four days since you talked to Helena. Where are they?” Amely asked, putting her plate on the table. She sat on her chair, not moving her eyes away from Keiran.

Monica glanced at her own plate. The perk from living with werewolves—they easily caught food. The dinner today was two rabbits.

“They'll be here in a few hours,” he reassured her and smiled.

Adam sat on the other short side of the table and faced Keiran. His hair was still wet from the shower. The two men had spent the whole day sparring together and talking.

“Brian said he'll fix up the restaurant downtown, and some of the...