Scrambling out of the bed as fast as I can but without waking Sandy, I rush into the bathroom in search of my phone. Though it's in an impact-resistant case and the screen covered in an anti-crack film, the one thing it couldn't stand here is the exposure to water. It's entirely dead. "Shit!"
As luck would have it, at exactly that instant there's a soft rap at the door. Lacking a better option, I hitch a towel around my hips and stride across the bedroom to answer.
Outside, there's a younger she-wolf with a heavily-laden, wheeled cart waiting. Clearly, she wasn't expecting a Were of my stature and her doe-brown eyes fix on my naked chest and go wide immediately. She flushes bright red across her cheeks and right up into her hairline. Frankly, if I wasn't mated, it would be flattering, and likely have led to her deflowering.
At least it would have in the past.
