i’m having a lot of inappropriate feelings.
GRUFF MEN WITH GRAVELLY VOICES MAKIN’ PLANS
COMING UP WITH DIFFERENT PUNCHLINES TO TRICK A TRICKSTER AND MAYBE STOPPING AT THE ARBY’S DRIVETHRU TO GET SOME FOOD ON THEIR WAY TO GET GOING ON THEIR PLANSSSSSSSSS
"Never go after a werewolf at full strength," Gerard said, one of those first early hunts Chris was allowed on, hanging back, trying to hide his fear, watching Kate’s eager face and wondering how she did it so easily.
"The trail’s fresh," Kate said, at the mouth of the cave. "I don’t see—"
"We can wait," Gerard said. "A full grown werewolf needs more than the handful of grubs and dead bats he’s going to find in there. Let him get hungry, weak. Wait until he’s desperate enough to make a mistake."
It’s quiet in the car, Derek’s hands folded neatly over his knees. In jail they were given turkey sandwiches wrapped in cellophane. Fruit cups. A couple bags of pretzels that looked like they were from the vending machine.
"Hungry?" Chris says.
"I’m fine," Derek says. Chris turns into the next drive-through anyway.
"Chicken sandwich," he says into the intercom. Glances over at Derek. Healing takes a lot out of a werewolf, Gerard always said, grinning. "Two double bacon cheeseburgers, a—you want a shake?" he says.
"You don’t have to—"
"Vanilla or chocolate," he says.
"Vanilla," Derek says quietly.