Sixty-Five

Lenora

My eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the soft morning light. I blinked, finding myself in this unfamiliar bed with a floral-patterned ceiling above my head.

Then I relaxed, settling back onto the bed, remembering that I was in CJ's bedroom, a human now living among werewolves who didn't like me.

Hurrah!

Turning my head, I expected to find CJ beside me, but he was nowhere to be found, and the side of his bed was cold, which meant that he had been gone for quite some time. I wondered if CJ was even going to have time for me, considering the activities that were cut out for him.

Rising, I stretched my arms above my head and yawned, entering the bathroom and squeezing a dollop of minty toothpaste onto my brush.

After brushing my teeth, I splashed my face with cool water from a crystal glass bowl and returned to the bedroom.

It was time to call my dad.

Making excuses to postpone the call, my subconscious warned me to go ahead and place the call. My stomach rolled and my fing