Monday!

[agilebrit]

And thus time for Monday Maunderings. Without further ado, and without setting it up whatsoever:

Angeline remembered the layout of the house and headed that way. She stopped short in the entryway. She thought she'd been prepared, but even her active and frightening imagination hadn't prepared her for this. "Good god, puppy, you look--" She had no idea how to finish that sentence. "Bloody awful" seemed pitifully inadequate, while "positively horrifying" would only twist the metaphorical knife clearly buried in his chest.

"I've seen a mirror, Ange. I know how I look." His lips twisted along with her heart; she knew that expression all too well. Haunted amber eyes in a haggard face, a flash of fang, a hint of fur--all that, while he tapped away on his laptop without noticing how close to the surface his wolf was.

She jerked her chin at the computer. "Working?" He was dressed only in a pair of sweat pants that looked about six sizes too large.

"Keeps me occupied. Leaving the house is out. I can do the hacking work from here." He bared his teeth. "When I remember where I'm at. I think I'm tracking right this minute. Whether I actually am is an open question. Ask me in an hour."

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