“She’s avoiding me,” Craig said unhappily. “All of a sudden. I don’t know why.”
“Seriously? Mary’s avoiding me too. What the hell? I’d ask if it was a full moon, but I already know the answer to that question. The full moon is when I’m supposed to be marrying my bride, assuming that she’ll still have me.”
Jarrod headed over to the well stocked bar, yanked open the fridge, and pulled out two beers. Yeah, it was early. Screw it, he was drinking.
“Of course she will,” Craig said loyally as Jarrod handed him a beer. Jarrod could only pray that Craig was right.
The phone in the library rang, and Jarrod picked it up. “Yeah?” he growled.
A minute later he hung up.
“My uncle is withdrawing from all council meetings and concentrating exclusively on training the pack for the games,” he said, looking puzzled
“Isn’t that good news?” Craig asked.
Jarrod shook his head and settled into a leather wingback chair. “Nah. He’s up to something.” He took a long pull on his beer and wondered why everything was suddenly going to hell.
“My aunt’s been acting strange too,” he mused. “Avoiding the hospital, called in sick, staying locked up in her house. I heard from the neighbors that Earvin went to her house and tried to talk to her, and she refused to let him in. He started kicking the door, realized people were watching him, and left in a huff. The Enforcers were called and sent to her house, they asked her if anything was wrong, and she said no and sent them away.”