“I do believe that he’s embarrassed,” said Meg, trying to stop the laughter.
“I agree,” said Kevin. “I can’t wait to tease him about this.”
That statement sent Peter and Meg into another round of giggles. The thought of teasing Luc about the sheep was just so perfect. Meg looked back at the wolf and realized that he was beginning to shift back into human form.
“Guys, would you give me a few minutes. He’s shifting,” she said.
“Sure, I think I’ll see what I can cook for breakfast,” said Kevin.
“Me too,” said Peter. “Maybe make another pot of coffee.”
“Okay, thanks guys,” said Meg smiling as they literally ran for the kitchen. She moved into the bedroom and closed the door. She knew that Luc wasn’t body conscious, but still didn’t think he wanted an audience. She sat on the bed and waited for him to finish shifting.
Luc opened his eyes and stretched. His vision still wasn’t perfect, but he could see Meg sitting on the edge of the bed with a smile on her face.
“Hello,” she said. “How are you feeling?”
“Um, a little sore and confused,” he said trying to get everything settled and into place.
“Did you enjoy your walk and the sheep?” she asked.
“Walk? Sheep?” he asked. Then he began to connect the feelings his wolfish side had been projecting with the look on her face. “Oh no, he didn’t,” Luc said looking around. There on the floor was a rather soggy chewed on stuffed sheep.
“Yeah, you did,” said Meg with a smile on her face. “In fact, you squeaked it a number of times and Peter, Kevin and I just couldn’t stop laughing.”
Luc blushed. It was especially prominent in the areas with fresh scars. He just rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his hands. “Oh gods,” came the muffled statement from the bedding.
“It’s alright. We didn’t video it or anything. Hell, we didn’t even get pictures,” said Meg. She couldn’t resist teasing him.
“Well thank goodness for small favors,” said Luc in a ‘trying to be peeved’ voice. He was still so embarrassed. He got up off of the bed, picked up the sheep and dried it off. Then he stuck it up on a high shelf with some philosophy books.
“I think it will be safe up there,” said Meg with a smile.
“Yeah. Nietzsche on sheep. An interesting thought. I’m going to find my sleep pants and then I want some coffee,” Luc said as he looked under the covers for his sleep pants. He found them at the bottom of the bed. When he held them up, Luc realized that they were shredded. “Damn, I shifted in them,” he said.
“Well, grab a pair out of the dresser,” said Meg.
“But these were my favorite pair,” Luc moaned as he wadded up the flannel sheep print sleep pants.
Meg started to laugh. “Is that because you could dream of eating sheep at night?” she teased.
“Oh you brat!” Luc said tossing the shredded pants at her. He pulled another set with moose on them out of the drawer and slipped them on.
“By the way, who bought you the sleep pants?” Meg asked noticing a theme.
“Umm… Ginny. She has this weird sense of humor,” said Luc. He was blushing again as he pulled a teeshirt over his head.
“I rather like her sense of humor,” said Meg as they walked to the kitchen.
Peter handed Luc a cup of coffee and made room for him at the table. Kevin was cooking bacon and eggs on the stove. The smells were beginning to permeate the kitchen.
“Meg, where is the garlic powder?” Kevin asked.
“Um… I think it is to the right of the stove in that little cupboard,” she said. “I still have trouble remembering where everything is.”
Kevin smiled as he found the garlic in a glass container. No wonder he hadn’t been able to smell it. He added some to the eggs along with pepper and a bit of salt. “Meg, if you’d get some plates out, I have breakfast ready,” he said.
Meg smiled as she moved to get the plates. She loved the fact that the male shifters she knew all cooked. She understood that it was more of a defense against starvation than domesticity, but it was still cool. She handed the plates to Kevin who quickly piled eggs, bacon and toast out of the oven onto the plates. Everyone sat down at the table and dug in.
“Are there seconds?” asked Luc.
“No, but give me a minute and I’ll make more eggs,” said Kevin. “Oh, and you’ll need to go shopping. Between last night and this morning, we stripped the fridge.”
“Not surprised. I remember food being brought in, but there were a lot of people here last night,” said Luc.
“Yes, there were, which brings me to a lot of questions,” said Meg.
“Good luck,” said Peter looking at Luc. From the look on his face, he figured that this was going to be an unpleasant discussion.
Kevin was cooking eggs and didn’t say a word. Luc got up and poured coffee for everyone before sitting back down to address Meg’s questions.
“So, where do you want me to begin?” Luc asked.
“Let’s go with the easy one. Duke. Where is he? And what was that bit about a place up in the mountains for him?” she asked.
“First off, we have our own rules. Family rules, pack rules,” Luc started.
“I figured that out when Bitty’s thing went wrong and when I took you to a shifter hospital and not the local ER. Quit stalling,” said Meg. She wasn’t pissed or angry, but she didn’t need the obvious pointed out either.
“When one of us screws up badly, there are usually two options. First off, you get yourself killed or are killed in a fight. Second one, is you get sent to the equivalent of jail. Duke got sent to jail. No parole, no shortening of sentence, no death sentence either. Jeff runs the facility up in the mountains,” said Luc.
“Okay, so how is it that no one notices a prison for werewolves up in the mountains?” Meg asked.