“Crap,” Carter muttered. “You were serious.” “I’m always serious,” Ox said. Carter sighed. “You know, you take this Werewolf Jesus thing a little too far.” He twirled his hand in the air above him. “Take this bread, all of you, for it is my body. Eat of me and—” “Your little brother doesn’t seem to mind eating my bread.” Carter looked horrified, even as Joe screeched incredulously.
