Page 28 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf

Grams offered a feral grin. “Let me know if you need a gun or a grenade. I have a rocket launcher, too, but those tend to draw attention. How do you like your eggs?”

“On a plate,” she replied.

“Sit your ass down. I’ll have them ready in a minute.”

Athena slid into a kitchen chair, with Derek sitting beside her. Gramps took the head of the table, and despite the sound of eggs sizzling, Grams whipped him up a coffee and placed it in his hand. Strange given the woman’s outspoken nature.

Seeing her surprise, Derek leaned close to whisper, “Grams has some old-school ideas, feeding her man being one of them.”

Indeed, Gramps got the first plate, then Derek, Athena next, and then Grams herself.

It was heaven. Fat sausages drizzled in maple syrup, crispy bacon, potato hash, and toasted bread she had the feeling wasn’t store-bought. The orange juice tasted fresh squeezed. She cleared her plate using a fourth piece of toast to sop up the runny yolk of her over-easy egg.

By the time she finished, she caught Grams watching her. “You eat good,” she remarked.

“Blame the cook. That was delicious.” Athena then rose, grabbed her plate, and stacked it onto Derek’s. Then she went to grab Gramps’, but Grams already had it.

“I’m off to get you a buck,” announced Gramps.

“Take the boy with you so you don’t throw out your back again.”

Derek glanced at Athena, a question in his eyes. She gave him a slight nod. “Make it a fat one. I love venison steak.”

As the men left, Athena stood at the sink and began washing. Grams started drying quietly before saying, “Who’s chasing you?”

“A doctor.”

“Why would a doctor be so interested in a girl?”

“Good genetics?”

“Bullshit.”

She shrugged. “I know it sounds nuts, but he really was interested in my DNA. He took lots of blood and samples.”

“Looking for what?”

“You’d have to ask him.” Athena rinsed a plate and put it on the rack before adding, “There’s a chance he’ll track me here.”

“Ain’t worried about a doctor.”

“He won’t come alone, and the people he brings will most likely be armed.”

Grams chuckled. “So am I.”

“I don’t want to see anyone hurt because of me.”

“Yet here you are.”

“Because Derek kind of made me.”

Grams snorted. “I doubt anyone can make you do shit.”

“Fine, I’ll admit I was curious. He talks about you a lot.”

“Of course, he does, we’re his family.”

They finished the dishes, and Athena rinsed out the sink before asking, “What can I do to help?”

---