Like when Luke showed up that evening with that dead deer over his shoulder, and calmly butchered it in the cabin’s garage, near his collection of “hunting trophies.” It wasn’t the nicest thing to watch, but it was impressive to see the precision with which his sharp claws opened the flesh and separated the hide from the muscle, passing the succulent, bloody pieces to Kaylee through the inner window that connected to the kitchen.
“So… how did you two meet?” I asked, after a small sip of beer.
Luke looked at me with irony as he drank from the mouth of his bottle. He had already shifted back to his human form and showered to wash the blood off his body, and then he turned to his wife. We were in the kitchen. She kept her back to us, very focused on cutting onions. However, she had hunched
