Chapter 7

I returned to my book.  More than ever, I was determined to get a handle on this werewolf situation.  Max may have been a shit about having sex and then dumping me, but his idea of finding a cure for werewolfism was a good one that I intended to work on.  Why not?  The zombie problem was no more and my contest with Peter was vapor.  Focusing on finding a cure for werewolfism was just the thing to focus my bruised and confused mind on.

Angela stepped onto the porch just as I’d finished the in-depth description of the book’s werewolf; its looks, its habits, its laws. 

“I’m leaving tomorrow for about a week,” she said as she sat in the rocker next to me.

“Evan told me,” I said. “Please be careful.”

“Evan was here?” she said with a scowl.

“For a minute, yes,” I replied.

“He told you?”

“Yes, he did,” I said, t