Chapter 4

Zeke threw his backpack on the bed and checked the drawers. It would be totally unforgivable if she decided to clean them out thoroughly or throw away the clothes she deemed not wearable anymore. Thank God she didn’t. She left all Zeke’s clothes alone, or was it because she couldn’t tell the old ones from the rest?

Zeke picked one of his favorite T-shirts from the bottom of the drawers and grabbed his jacket from the wardrobe. He was more than ready to snatch this suffocating shirt away from his body. He’d thought he wanted to make a good impression to his mother. Now he wondered which werewolf had bitten him and made him think like that.

Zeke emptied the content of his backpack on to the bed and put back his wallet and cell phone into it. He closed the door as hard as the way he did earlier, and ran down the stairs.

“Are you sure you don’t want to have dinner first?” his mother called out from the kitchen and Zeke stopped in his track. He peeked inside.