She had no memory of how she got into bed. Looking around and down, she saw her arms. Not only was she clean, but she had on her pajamas. Sleepy eyed and yawning, she made her way to the communal kitchen, as they called it. She took a seat at the small table as Patrick placed a plate full of breakfast food in front of her. She looked over at the clock, 2PM. Seemed about right. They had to be in the office around six thirty. Collin dragged himself to the table, hitting his coffee cup before the food. “I would have slept in, but damn, breakfast smells so good,” he said, eyeing the heap of food on his plate. Wereanimals had to eat more than their weight in food, since their metabolisms were faster than Normals. Collin had got the most of the wolf side, which included the super duper metabolism. His mom had been camping with some friends, when they were attacked by a fresh rogue; Colleen had been cut up and raped. At the time, the Supervisors had been just starting in the area, and they had no time to deal with the only survivor, a werewolf.
