Finn took me up on the third floor, in the lounge room where I'd trained with Moore for two days now. He felt more comfortable away from the basement, he said, and I agreed.
There was coffee in my hand and a bottle of water on the table in front of me, and the werewolf couldn't stop pacing. The sound of his wooden leg irritated me, but I kept that thought to myself. It had only been half an hour since my wolf let go of me, so I was still recovering.
"Fucking traitor," Finn said for the tenth time in a row.
The door opened and Terra came in with a tray in her hands and a fake smile on her face. She hardly even met my eyes as she put two bowls of fruit salad on the table because I'd insisted I didn't want another one of those sandwiches. Fruit was much better.
"You feeling any better?" Terra asked me, her cheeks flushed. Too bad.
