Werewolves Of New York: Nathaniel - Plot & Excerpts
On the walk up, Nathaniel warned her about their superior hearing and sense of smell, that Eli would know who was there before they’d even stepped foot in the two bedroom apartment. If he couldn’t smell them right away, he’d surely hear them. Sure enough, he called out from living room, right as the door opened, “Well, well well! Can’t wait to hear what you two have been up to.” Then, “Shit. Nathaniel! Why do I smell blood?” He appeared at the end of the hallway, his brown eyes searching the couple. “We went for a walk just now and got into it with a couple of low-lifes.” Nathaniel dropped his keys in a pretty wooden bowl and took Michelle’s hand. “This is our home,” he told her with a welcoming smile. “Come.” Eli shook his head and his demeanor shifted to a friendlier one. “Welcome! Let’s give you the tour!” It was a larger apartment than hers by far, but not obnoxious. They pointed out the changes they’d made to the place after moving in, both of them overlapping their explanations like two friends totally comfortable with each other would.
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