Eight

Once they arrive back to Atlas' house, he gets out of the car immediately, barking into his phone as usual.

Does he know he's a wolf? He never seems to use his mindlink; it's a waste if you ask me, Jane scoffs.

Well, thank the Goddess that nobody is asking you, then, Conrad sighs back.

She's tired, her arm hurts, and she's starving.

The lasagne had smelled good - from the way Atlas had reacted, it might have been poisoned, but still - and it had made her hungrier.

"I have some leftover spaghetti in the refrigerator. If you get it out and put it onto plates, I'll show you how to use the microwave once I finish this call," he nods to her, and she nods back, scuttling into the kitchen.

A shiver runs through her body, not yet used to the iciness of the new climate.

Her pack is usually a bit warmer, and the change isn't doing her any favours.

She gets grumpy when she gets cold, and the house isn't warm.

He notices the shivers and walks over to where the AC and heating panel is, switching t