“All right. Let’s eat.” Zeke cut his biscuit into several pieces and took a spoonful of biscuit, some beans, and ham, bringing them all into his mouth. Yum. He grinned to himself. It really wasn’t half bad.
Too bad Nate hadn’t moved at all, to his dismay. His food was sitting quietly next to his lap with his hands lying lifelessly on it. Despair began to fill Zeke’s chest. Where was Nate Abraham, the werewolf slayer he knew?
“Come on, Nate. Don’t you feel hungry?” Nate didn’t even lift a finger. “Do you want me to help you?” Nothing could mean yes or no. Zeke was willing to take it as a yes. He set aside his own plate and picked Nate’s, sitting next to his friend.
“You know, you can always say anything to me. You like something, you don’t like another thing. You still remember what we d
