If there was one thing that could distract me from those disturbing thoughts about Chad that may be wrong, potential missing memories that may have never existed, and possibly accelerated pregnancies that don't fit this world's logic…
> Food. Lots of food. <
A brightly lit convenience store beckoned me from not that far away across the street. Colorful signs advertising snacks and drinks.
Snacks… will do. I need something immediate to quiet my hunger before finding somewhere to stay for the night.
As I rapidly approached the store, some movement caught my eye. A man leaned against a lamppost at the corner… watching the clinic entrance with an unusual intensity.
His clothes were worn and slightly disheveled. Not the polished appearance I'd come to associate with Kyrie's Rimecoat pack that I've caught overseeing areas.
> Another werewolf, though. Unmistakably. Perhaps waiting for his mate to finish at the clinic? <
