"What have you been up to, lately?" Mr. Hart asked as he casually flipped the slices of sizzling bacon in his favorite cast iron skillet.

The smell of bacon was so strong in the cabin that Wilder was on the verge of nausea. Even in his normal human form, his enhanced senses were sometimes hard to cope with. "I mean, not much. Just hanging out with friends. Keeping my head down in books mostly," he said.

He most definitely wasn’t about to say he was spending inordinate amounts of time performing illegal acts with the vampire girl he’d met when he was twelve.

His mother walked into the kitchen, hiking boots already on and zipping up a sleeveless vest. "Your grades really aren't proof of that," she said with a knowing arched eyebrow.

"Ma...

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