Evan lay swathed in bandages, though his coloring had returned from chalk white to his normal tan. He waved at me as I walked in, holding a container of homemade chocolate chip cookies. His eyes lit up as I set it on the nightstand beside him.

"For me?"

"Don't eat them all at once. They'll give you a stomachache."

We both laughed. Shifters had iron stomachs, and Evan could eat triple the number of cookies and still want more. I reached over to squeeze his hand ...