“Let’s get you fAed,” he said, lifting me back to the passenger seat.

“You’ve got to be hungry too,” I pointed out.

He shrugged. “I can wait. When you’re a new werewolf, your body starts to change, to build up the muscles and reserves it needs to survive the frequent shifts back and forth. You need it more than I do.”

“Still, you better have bought food for yourself too.”

His lips curved upward in a slight grin. “I did.”

Accepting the answer, I grabbed the bag and ...