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and a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.
     
    “Wow, thank you, Logan,” she gushed. “At least some of you have some manners.”
     
    Logan blushed. Behind her, Michael gritted his teeth, but he said nothing. Allison quickly ate her breakfast, even managing to choke down the nearly black bacon lest she hurt Logan’s feelings.
     
    “Is there anything I can bring you to do?” Logan asked. “I know you must be getting bored.”
     
    “I am, to be honest,” Allison agreed. “Do you have a computer?”
     
    Before Logan could answer, Michael interjected, “No computers. No outside contact at all.”
     
    “I already told you I’m not going to tell anyone about you,” Allison said. “I just want to…”
     
    “I said no!” Michael’s voice resonated through the room like thunder.
     
    “God, fine!” Allison hissed at him. She turned back to Logan and said, “Magazines or books would be fine.”
     
    “What kind?” Logan wanted to know.
     
    “Fashion magazines, romance novels, horror… no scratch that, I don’t think I’m in the mood for horror… maybe a mystery,” she said.
     
    “Hmm, I don’t think we have a lot of fashion magazines or romance novels around here,” Logan admitted. “None of us really reads those. But I think Luke may have some mystery novels.”
     
    “That would be fine,” she said agreeably.
     
    Logan left the room to locate something for Allison to read, leaving her alone with Michael. She frowned and stared at the wall in the corner opposite from where Michael was sitting.
     
    “Why are you so disagreeable?” Michael wondered aloud.
     
    “Why are you such a control freak?” Allison snapped.
     
    “I’m protecting my pack,” Michael spat. “You have no idea what it’s like for us. Do you have any clue what would happen if people found out we’re werewolves?”
     
    Allison said nothing. She hadn’t thought about that.
     
    “I’ll tell you what would happen,” Michael went on. “People would hunt us down and it would become a situation of kill-or-be-killed. We don’t want that. We don’t want to hurt anyone.”
     
    “So you don’t kill anyone?” Allison asked seriously. “I thought werewolves were supposed to lose control during a full moon or something.”
     
    “Some do,” Michael admitted. “The pack we saved you from is savage, cruel. They do kill humans now and then, which is why we felt the need to save you from them. We don’t do that. We’ve learned to control ourselves.”
     
    “Oh.”
     
    “So you see why I have to control the situation the way I do?” Michael asked. “I’m not a control freak for the fun of it. I’m protecting my family, my brothers.”
     
    “So your pack is like your family?” Allison asked.
     
    “It’s the only family we have,” Michael said.
     
    “Did you ever have a real family?” Allison wondered.
     
    “My pack is my real family,” he snapped.
     
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” Allison quickly apologized. “I just meant… well… where are your parents?”
     
    “My parents are human,” he said flatly, but he refused to say any more than that.
     
    “How is that possible?” Allison asked. “Did you get bitten by a werewolf or something? Is that how…”
     
    “No, that’s not how it works,” Michael interrupted her. “The werewolf gene runs in some human families, but it’s extremely rare that it manifests.”
     
    “So your parents know about you?” she asked.
     
    “I don’t wish to talk about it,” he snapped.
     
    Allison opened her mouth to argue, to demand he talk to her, but she quickly closed it. Clearly, this was a touchy subject for him. She decided to let it go.
     
    “What about Luke and Logan?” she asked.
     
    “You’d have to ask them,” Michael said flatly. “I’m not in the habit of divulging the personal information of others in my pack.”
     
    Allison scrunched her face up in frustration.
     
    “Alright, fine. Is there anything we