It had been a couple of weeks sense the end of my relationship with my mates. It was getting close to Drake's retirement day. I hadn't gotten a new case but I could feel something rising up as I woke up after another night of a deep dreamless sleep.
That was one of the two things that was strange after the fallout with Erica and Fire. I stopped dreaming. I usually had a weekly dream routine of nightmares about Marcus' past or violent dreams. Now I didn't dream at all but I woke feeling sore and horny as hell. The second thing was everybody in the were-lands remembered what happened but they all agreed to go along with the shit and Erica and Fire seemed happy.
It was a big relief on my end. I got freed up time to work more at the Crossroads and help train up Max in marksmenship.