Chapter 51: Rot

I twiddle my thumbs, waiting for my grandmother to say something, so something other than stare at me with this weird adoring look on her face. Maybe she had a stroke? It would explain why she hasn’t moved…? Can werewolves even have strokes?

“I can see your brain whirring,” she chuckles, finally moving and reaching up to pat at her hair.

“I thought you might have died. Or had a stroke.” I mutter.

“Strokes are only for humans, my dear.” She chuckles softly, her eyes wrinkling at the corner. She seems so sweet and inviting.

“Right.” I mutter. “So do you like…have any questions or….”

“I’m just enjoying your company. No questions on my mind at the moment.” She says softly and I gape at her. My nose crinkles in confusion and I just…blink at her like she might be losing her mind. Who the hell just stares at people and enjoys it? Only answer I can come up with is psychopaths.

“Enjoying my company?” I ask. She smiles sweetly, a gentle look in her eyes.

“Indeed.”

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