The corner of his lips curved upward, just the tiniest bit. “Wolves do tend to like the forest.”
“Understandably.”
My cereal bowl was empty a few minutes later, but my stomach was still growling.
I eyed the bowl suspiciously. “Was that as full as it looked?”
“Yes.”
Damn.
It growled louder.
“Becoming a werewolf changes your body significantly. You’ll need a lot more food for the first year or so to power the changes,” Wyatt said.
“Interesting. Do you know what the exact changes are? And how the affect the metabolism?”
“I don’t. I already texted my contact in that research group, though. Maybe one of them would know.”
My mood brightened. “Here’s hoping.”
Wyatt made a noise of agreement.
Silence fell between us.
I reluctantly refilled my cereal bowl. “We’re going to need some groceries.”
“Yeah.”
“How much work do you need to get done today?” I checked.
“None. Finn updated the garage in town about my mate hunt, so I’ve got as much time off as I need.”
“That’s nice.”
Wyatt nodded.
I let out a long breath. “I feel like this is awkward.”
He grimaced. “It is.”
“Do you have any ideas how to fix it?”
“Not really.”
It was on me, then.
That was fine. I could handle it.
I polished off another bowl of cereal before standing and waving Wyatt into the living room with me.
He followed, slightly reluctant.
I ignored his reluctance.
I gestured for him to sit on the couch, then sat on the ottoman in front of it myself. “We’re going back to high school, alright?”
Wyatt lifted an eyebrow. “Okay.”
