Looking up at him, she smiled softly. Sleep became him. Even with his dark hair tousled and a five o'clock shadow he looked yummy enough to eat."You k...ow that this changes everything, right," he informed her softly."Alex, I..." she started, confused on what to say to him. She had never been good at the morning after's, and even with him being her cousin, she still found it discomforting."Where's my Valentina at?" he whispered against her lips. "She wouldn't back down from me. She'd give me hell. We were both experienced enough to know that she really didn't have to tell me that, but I appreciated that she wanted to be absolutely sure.Her concern, and my own, proved to be unwarranted after just a few moments. Once I drank quite a big portion of the water she gave me, I was already feeling a lot stronger. She started to help me to dry myself, but told her that I'd rather do it on my own. She warned not to make any extra drying in my private area and I promised to be good.It took me a lot. "Hello." Dr. Thompson, it's Colonel Jeffers. We've got an inbound lycanthrope for you." Oh really? Haven't seen one of those in a while," Claire said. "Okay, I'll meet you there." Of course real werewolves bear little resemblance to the popular Hollywoodized version of the lore (and vampire lore was even more inaccurate). The cryptid shape-shifting gene had somehow attached itself to a retrovirus, and then it managed to pick up a large portion of the genome of a predatory animal. The wolf,. . that's a lot like calling a town with fifty thousand people Smalltown America. Pentwater is small... 1955? maybe 1100 residents ... residents = people who don't leave when it snows. That's kids, parents, grandparents and dogs. Cats are smarter than that. They do their very best to stay indoors and stay away from kids who thinkg dropping them in a snow covered yard is 'cute'.There were about 10,000 people living in Ludington, except in the summer, then it's 30,000. My old lives knew that.