It was four in the morning when the alarm clock rang. Ryan grunts. He berley slept.
Even though he didn't hear anything, he felt like Kevin had been having s*x all night. He didn't know why it bothered him, but it kept him awake at night.
Now he was tired. Could he ditch Yank and stay asleep? Ryan gave up on that idea, it wasn't fair of him.
annoyed, he gets out of bed and does his daily ritual.
Having showered, he puts on simple, fresh clothes and goes to the kitchen. To his astonishment, there were two shewolves cooking.
- Good morning, Ryan.
- Good morning – he replies with a smile – cooking so early?
- >Someone has to. The patrol is about to surrender, and the vans are heading to the markets within minutes. They have to eat.
- Can I have a coffee? - Ryan asks, sniffing the
