His night had been filled with dreams of Eryn, of taking her in every position he could imagine. One had been so intense he’d been on the verge of coming when he jerked awake. Now he felt out of sorts. After taking a shower—which did nothing to make him feel more like himself—and getting dressed, he went downstairs to look for something to eat. Durlach was already there, cooking something on the stove. Whatever it was, it smelled as if it was burning. Wachei had picked up on it after he’d walked out of his room. His wolf brother had decided he’d learn how to cook once they’d moved into the house, mostly because Durlach always seemed to be eating. If he were a mortal, Wachei figured the hunter would be well on his way to being very overweight. Though Durlach cooked quite a bit, it didn’t mean what he made was edible. It mostly ended up either being burned or nasty tasting. And it was bad enough when he thought to help Cassidy out and cook dinner for them all. Having suffered through one of Durlach’s creations had been more than enough for Wachei.
