The last few minutes of his shift completed quickly after his talk with Marcus, making Alex wish he had Catherine nearby to speak to as well. Unless Marcus took his dialogue to her before the next time they met. With a message of departure towards him and Daniel, Alex slipped into his helmet and headed home.
Stopping at the front door, with the moon shrinking from its Last Quarter phase, he was able to sniff at the air coming from inside without a chill running down his spine. Bailey was nowhere close by, but his folks were making fettuccini and garlic bread. Both scents making him salivate a bit.
“Hey guys. I’m back.” Alex said as he made his way to his room.
“Alex, hold on.” His father didn’t talk in any demanding tones, but he stopped to listen. “Once you put your stuff up, we need to talk.”
“Oh, f***.” Alex thought. “Just a sec.” As he put his things away, Alex sighed deeply. Having just come from nearly spilling the beans with a friend, a sudden discussion about his lycanthropy was the last thing he wanted to be part of.
After getting some food, Alex sat to both of his parents giving him concerned looks. His father especially, made more daunting by him still being in his uniform. “Where did you go last night?” His tone was demanding, even though the question was neutral.
At first, Alex was wondering how they knew he had gotten outside. Neither of them were up when he left or came back; they couldn’t have heard him. “Just outside.”
“In the middle of the night?”
“I woke up early for some reason, and couldn’t get back to sleep. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“But,” his mother began. “you were still a…werewolf then.”
Alex felt his heart sinking but quickly told himself not to worry. “Mom, no one saw me. I didn’t go far.”
“How far, son?”
“Just to the park down the street. No further.” His father sighed, sounding like he was trying to be relieved of some worry. “I said no one saw me. What’s the big deal?”