“Yeah,” I rub the back of my neck. “I get you.”
Why does it feel like I have so much to learn?
I've done this sort of training before, but with male wolves. Most of them are eager to transform and cause carnage.
It's a problem because of their uncontrolled power. What do I do for someone who doesn't even want to be a shifter?
“Have you eaten anything?” Molly inquires. “I don't even know why I'm asking when I already know the answer.”
“I'm not hungry.”
She shakes her head. “Look, I'm going to make some food for you and Leena. She'll be hungry soon, I'm sure of it. Hopefully, the girl will be able to force you to eat something.”
I shake my head. “We'll see about that.” I place a hand on Molly's shoulder and walk away, heading back to the stairs. My destination ends up being my home office.
The space is such a comfortable sanctuary. If there were a larger couch in here, then this is where I'd sleep. However, everyone in the house has unanimously decided it's a bad idea.
They fear I’ll never emerge. Obviously, the only reason that vote was unanimous is because I didn't get a say.
I move to the chair and quickly turn on the computer. Emails come in immediately, which is both a good and bad thing. It's good because it means I haven't missed anything.
Still, it's bad because there have been no updates, and I need to know what's going on with my pack.
I quickly pulled out my phone and send a progress report to Nate and Graham. Each of them responds after a few minutes, and a part of my mind can't help but think about how both men are happy now.
It's difficult to admit, but it almost feels like I can trust them more now that their love lives aren't in turmoil anymore. I lean back in my chair, briefly considering if I should go and get something to eat, like Molly wants.
As I sit there contemplating going back downstairs, a new email comes in. My eyes quickly scan through before they slowly widen.
“Fuck.”
Chapter 6
LEENA
The cool water washes over me, running over every part of my skin. Time seems to pass slowly as I stand there in the shower, trying not to overthink. All my mind has done is wander, and it's no different now.
I throw my head back a little, letting some of the water on my face. It refreshes me so much that I consider just staying in the bathroom forever.
Sadly, my conscience doesn't work that way. I'm already thinking about how much water I'm wasting, especially in a big house like this one, which needs to care for a bunch of people.
There's still a lot of exploring to do, but I'm not very motivated. What I am, though, is hungry. My stomach rumbles as I walk out of the shower, picking up the large towel laid out for me.
I pull the towel closer, a little bit taken aback by the sweet, flowery smell. “Wow, this smells nice.”
It feels like I'm in a hotel, but unlike most hotels, this isn't one I will be checking out of soon. It's hard to feel at home when you know you're different from everyone, even your kind.
I pat myself dry before finally walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. It's a really cozy space, and I'm happy that a lot of effort was put into it.
My stomach growls again, a bit angrier at me for forgetting that I need to eat. This constant appetite is another thing I'm not sure I'll ever be able to get used to.
When Grant mentioned running into the woods to transform, the running part sounded like a great idea, but the transforming part didn't really appeal to me.
I put on some of my old clothes, settling on some sweatpants with an old shirt with the logo of a band I can't recognize.
I step out of my bedroom, immediately hearing a voice that has become very familiar now. I'm not sure where Grant's room is, but his voice is definitely coming from the office next to me.
The voice suddenly stops, and so does my breathing. It seems like he's realized that I'm close, which freaks me out for some reason. I'd been hiding out in my room to avoid the man, and I'm not sure I'm ready to see him yet.
