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in a box she had in the
pickup.
    That chore done, Eryn kissed her brothers goodbye. She also
told them to pick another day for them all to go out for lunch and text her. She
drove away, thinking she’d gotten off relatively easy in regards to her meeting
up with Wachei the next day. Eryn knew Noah and Carson meant well, but if they
had their way, she’d never be able to date and would still be a virgin.

Chapter Three
     
    Wachei hadn’t gotten much sleep by the time he finally gave
up and got out of bed. 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. Any time his wolf brother was to cook for everyone, Wachei
made sure he wasn’t around to eat it and had something later.
    “Hey, Wachei,” Durlach said when he saw him come into the
kitchen. “I just finished making some breakfast. There’s more than enough for
the both of us.”
    Wachei shuddered inside when Durlach pulled the frying pan
off the stove and held it out for him to see. “What is it?”
    “An omelet.”
    Even though he hadn’t had many since awakening from his long
sleep, Wachei knew what Durlach called an omelet wasn’t anywhere close to the
ones Cassidy made. It looked revolting. There were black bits in the egg
mixture where it must have stuck and burned to the pan. Added to that mess were
shredded cheese, mustard and ketchup. Even though he’d overcooked it, somehow
Durlach had managed to have parts of the egg still runny. It was completely
unappetizing, and Wachei figured if he had to eat just one mouthful he’d bring
it right back up again.
    “Ah, you can eat it,” he told his wolf brother. “I’m really
not that hungry. I’ll just get some milk to drink.”
    “Well, if you’re sure, that means there will be more for
me.” Durlach placed the frying pan on a cold burner before he reached into the
cupboard for a plate, then dumped some of the slop he called an omelet onto it.
    Wachei shuddered inside as he did his best not to look at
Durlach while he shoveled his food into his mouth while standing at the
counter. Wachei took out a glass, then went to the fridge to pour some milk.
    After emptying his glass in four large swallows, Wachei beat
a hasty retreat and headed back upstairs to brush his teeth. On his way to the
bathroom, he ran into Cassidy and Edensaw, who appeared to be heading to the
lower level.
    “You might want to wait to go to the kitchen,” he told them.
“Durlach is down there eating what he calls an omelet, which is nothing of the
sort. It’s more like a burned, gloppy egg mess. It also doesn’t smell very
good.”
    Cassidy shook her head. “Poor Durlach. He tries so hard.”
    “But the worst part is he thinks everything he makes is
delicious,” Edensaw added. “I swear if we were mortal, we all would be dead
from food poisoning.”
    Cassidy laughed. “It’s not that bad. He just has some funny
taste buds. I’ll work on him.”
    “Will you be able to drive me to where I hunted yesterday
soon?”