June 15th excerpt:

“Can’t have my favorite morsel starving himself to death,” Dean mused to himself, reaching one long arm behind him to a tin Bobby had on the counter top. Inside was an assortment of chips, crackers and pretzels, all good snacks to eat when too busy to sit down and really enjoy a meal. Mostly used for straight-up energy by Bobby or any visitors than any flavor the snacks might offer.

Pulling out a pretzel, Dean flicked it at Logan. “Eat up,” he commanded.

March 16th excerpt:

Logan turned to bolt, and then stopped himself. He stooped to snatch up at least one small fragment of a chip. He’d already been seen, so there was no point in leaving empty handed.

Then he was off towards the oppressive, dark safety of the walls.