Chapter 8: Offer On the Table

Cyrus

"What the hell are you doing here?" Harlow grabbed me by my cut and pulled me into the trailer. Somehow, she was more beautiful than I remembered.

I extended the flowers. "Happy housewarming," I said. I noticed the switchblade in her hand. "You gonna cut me?"

Despite her worried expression, she softened.

"If I have to," she said, playfully setting it down by the sink before taking the flowers. "Thank you."

"I also brought you a few leftovers. Didn't know if you had groceries yet." I took the bag full of food Blayze's mom had given me off my shoulder and handed it over. She looked inside.

"A few? There's a Thanksgiving feast in here!"

"Werewolves eat a lot," I said. I'd forgotten that humans don't need as many calories.

"You shouldn't have done this," Harlow said.

"I always get sent home with food."

"No, I mean, you shouldn't have come here!" She pulled me toward the hallway, away from the windows. "I don't even have curtains on the windows yet!"

Regardless, I went i