4
After the eventful morning, the evening found the five of us seated at the dining table. A pile of sauteed mushrooms was the centerpiece of the meal, and the plate had been scooted by Duncan extra close to Bonnie. Some of the fungi were a little more blackened than they should have been.
Bonnie eyed the plate with a frown before she glared up at Duncan. “You overcooked them.”
Duncan winced and rubbed his fingers. I noticed they were more than a little singed. “You’re telling me, and the fire extinguisher.” Bonnie rolled her eyes but skewered several of them and plopped them on her plate.
“So do we need to know anything before the other werewolves arrive?” The questioner was me, and the question was aimed at not only Greylock, but the other elder wolves at the table.
Greylock
