When Lucien opened his eyes the next morning, he was tortured by an excruciating pain that seemed to inhabit the inside part of his skull and pierce through it with a thousand needles.
It took him a while to remember what brought about this horrible headache.
Once he recalled everything, he groaned and closed his eyes again.
In the kitchen, his phone kept ringing incessantly.
How annoying.
Lucien buried his head under a second pillow.
He did not want to hear from anyone.
He was tired.
He wanted to sleep and do nothing else for five days.
And then someone banged at the front door.
Lucien peeked from under the pillow and stared in the direction of the front door. Unfortunately, being a werewolf did not grant him the ability to see through walls.
"..."
Thinking that it might be someone who was acquainted with Mrs. Wilson, Lucien dragged his sorry ass from the bed and stumbled toward the front door.