Restless

Azalea. Within the span of days, Dante was sitting up by himself and eating like the world was ending. Literally. I have no idea, even for such a large man, how he managed to eat enough food for a family of eight. Maybe, even ten. I watched him in silence as he devoured the last of the roasted chicken, and when he noticed me looking, he arched a brow. “What?” “How do you eat so much?” I asked. “Don’t you get sick?” He shrugged, tearing into the remainder of the chicken leg. “I’m a big guy. I get hungry.” “He’ll eat us too if he wasn’t a domesticated werewolf,” Anabelle snorted a laugh as she entered the infirmary, carrying a stack of notebooks. Dante’s eyes fell on her additionals. “What’s that for?” “I’m teaching her nursing,” I replied. He muttered a curse. “Why does it feel like I’ve been gone for years?” He eyed her. “Since when did you decide you wanted to get into nursing?” “Well, I need to decide on something for my future, don’t I?” she blinked at him. “And being around Lisa an