Koel stood by the kitchen bench, picking around the cupboard.
“Koel?” Nate asked.
“Have you been working out?” He asked, notinicng you more athetic form. “Darn, no food. I’m starving. You hungry?”
An image of last night fogs into your mind.
“I’ll be alright, but Koel. You know more than your letting on. Aren’t you? About last night? And Ben? The werewolf...”
Koel spun round in an isntiant, glaring at Nate.
“That, wait. Your the werewolf?”
Nate nodded, explaining the soda machine.
“Oh dear. I’m going to haft to destroy that. I can’t have werewolves and god knows what around”
A strange primal feeling had begun to stir during the time Koel had been here.
“Why are you so chill about this?”
“Oh I’m not chill. I’m very much worried. I’m sort of, well, I’m used to this kind of situation”
That primal feeling begun to grow, throbbing your very form.