Page 12 of Reclaiming Home

Being turned into a werewolf or a vampire were usually done for two reasons; either to save a life or for love. Turning people for other reasons was heavily frowned upon by most everyone.

Some people didn’t even want to be turned in an emergency for various reasons. One of the big ones was speciesm. It worked every which way, too, and I was pretty sure that my uncle had gotten sadistic enjoyment over the fact that Carys was a human.

I’d asked her if she needed to see a doctor, and she’d told me no. Then she’d told me my uncle had used condoms because she was a “filthy human.” If I could’ve killed him again, I would’ve. But at least that was better in obvious ways. She didn’t need any repercussions from him not using them after all.

I decided to go back downstairs and face the Rossi siblings.

Once we’d had our coffee, we realized it was late and we hadn’t really eaten anything all day.

“What do we have in the house?” I asked Carys.

“I’m sure we can scrounge something up. Let’s go check,” she replied with the brightness that had appeared after her brother arrived.

She got off the couch and pulled Kye with her. I followed behind them with our mugs and the creamer. As I put them in the sink, Carys realized she’d forgotten them and quickly hid behind Kye.

“Hey, whatever happened with Rusty, I’m nothing like my uncle,” I said calmly.

I could see her shoulders rise and fall as she took in a deep breath. “Okay.” She stepped around Kye and nudged her head toward the pantry. “Come look, Kye. Let’s figure out what we’re making.”

I rinsed the mugs while they were sorting through whatever we had left. I really needed to do a proper grocery run tomorrow after the company the Sheriff had called would come to clean the barn from whatever was left there.

They’d also go through the house, because there was paraphernalia in a few rooms and I hadn’t wanted to touch it.

Carys said she hadn’t been made to use the meth that had been abundant around here. She was having headaches, though, which meant that it still lingered. I could smell it, of course, the chemical smoke that had seeped into everything where the pack had been smoking.

Luckily that was mostly the living room and one of the bedrooms. Uncle Rusty had liked to smoke on the porch where he’d surveyed his kingdom, so at least the main bedroom would be easier to clean.

There was so damn much to renovate. Especially with it already being September.

“Is there any place in town, like a motel?” Kye asked when they emerged from the pantry.

Carys filled a pot with water and put it on the stove for pasta, it seemed.

“I don’t think so. Let me ask Ben and Max.”

“The cousins,” Carys explained to her brother.

“Ah.”

“It’s gonna be some pasta Bolognese, or at least something close to it,” she said, gesturing at their findings.

My phone dinged, and I checked at what the guys were saying. “Nope, nothing but a B&B that’s reservation only.”

“Any thoughts on where we’re going to sleep, then?” Kye raised a brow at me.

That was an excellent question. My wolf pictured being curled up with Kye, with Carys right next to us. That wassonot helpful.

“Let’s figure that out. Carys, you okay to cook while we take a look around?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. You won’t go far.” The words came out like a question, but she didn’t raise her gaze, likely trying to appear tough. “I also… I don’t want anything to do with the biggest bedroom.”

“Of course not,” I said easily.

Kye followed me out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“The upstairs is a mess.” I frowned at the couches. “These are not much better, but….”

“There’s three of them. None of them is comfortable for someone as tall as you,” he stated, glancing at me from head to toe.

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