Clay, the wolf boy, was sprawled out on his couch, ears twitching slightly as he lay there, eyes half-closed. The soft rhythm of knocking on his front door broke through the quiet room, but Clay groaned loudly, burying his face into the pillow.

Ugh, listen... whatever you're selling, or whatever you're about to throw my way, I'm really not up for it. I just want to kick back and relax today,