Toby
Could a werewolf get premature wrinkles? Crow’s feet?
If anything, he would have those bags under his eyes today. Toby remembered his mom using ice at one point or another when she was working particularly long days and nights.
Maybe she still had that cream she used.
Whatever. He didn’t care if he looked tired. He’d pump himself full of that strong coffee his mom kept on tap by now.
She slept on her side with her back to him. That’s just fine. He didn’t sleep. Didn’t need it. Sleep is for the weak, anyway.
The ceiling provided the perfect space for his brain to project memories of last night like a screen. She didn’t even look upset or distraught.
She was enjoying herself with strange guys. Was she really falling for Vanessa’s bullshit?
When Brandon had made it back to th
