He sounds tired. Has he even slept at all?
There's no sound for a bit, but soon Grant speaks again. “Don't worry about that. I'll sleep when I get this job done.”
I should tell him to go to bed. That's my job, isn't it?
As much as I want to march in there and tell Grant that it's time to sleep, I feel like I may have already gone against the alpha enough today.
The last thing I want is to be labeled as a nuisance on literally my first day on the job. Other than that, I'm not certain how my wolf side feels about telling the alpha what he should do.
It's going to take a bit of getting used to before I'm fully comfortable with this sort of thing.
Grant continues his conversation, but it's virtually impossible to understand from just his part of the story.
I retreat from his door and return to mine, entering the room quietly.
It's still early evening, but I'm more than a little tired already. I go directly to my bed and fall right into it. After such a day, I'm very content with letting sleep take over me, and that's exactly what happens.
I'm not sure what wakes me up the next morning, but it does so really early. It's so early that it still almost seems dark outside, but my phone tells me the actual time is just a couple of minutes past six.
I let out a yawn before getting up and stretching. Something that has taken a bit of getting used to is how nimble I am in the morning. I literally just woke up, but I'm pretty sure I can jump out my window and not get injured in the process.
Maybe I should go on runs in the morning.
There's a lot of space around me for some outdoor activities. I'm sure it's the sort of thing Grant will approve of for me, but I'm still not certain if he'd like to join in the activity. He seems like the type to jump for his laptop the second his eyes open.
There's no sound when I step out of the bedroom. I'm sure he's asleep, even though I don't know when that sleep actually started.
I travel down the stairs, going to the kitchen yet again. This time, it's almost unrecognizable. The twins have clearly gone all out with supplies because I've never seen this amount of food before.
My curiosity leads me to a hidden pantry I hadn't noticed yesterday. It’s stocked to the brim with groceries.
“Okay, now that's a lot.”
I open the fridge and see the same result. The only thing that is how I left it last night is the half-eaten chicken. The realization that hits me makes me feel terrible.
“Grant didn't have dinner.” I sigh, shaking my head. “Molly was right. I need to help that man—now.” I take out what's left of the chicken and place it on the kitchen island before looking around at the additional supplies. “Okay, I can work with this.”
I immediately work on creating a heavy breakfast for him, incorporating eggs, sausages, and anything I can find to form a full meal.
I work in the kitchen for just under an hour. The result is a great meal that almost tempts me to devour it. To stop this urge, I walk out the back door, coming face to face with nature.
I have to admit, the view around me is a gorgeous one. Even with the glimpse I had from my bedroom, I could tell. It feels much better to see it without glass, though, and without the pressure of having to run into nature to transform.
I can't imagine it.
The feeling after becoming a wolf is amazing, I can admit that. It's almost like I'm in a prison most of the time, and I get to be free.
That's the best way to describe it. The problem with that is that I have the most painful time breaking out of this prison, making me wonder if it's even worth it in the first place. I'd be perfectly happy never having to transform.
I breathe in the fresh morning air, letting it work its way into my lungs. The gentle breeze that dances on my face makes me feel much better about being outside.
“Okay, maybe I'll actually like it here. Maybe.”
Chapter 7
GRANT
I wake up with a start, nearly jumping out of bed. I manage to catch myself, though, rubbing my face as I lie back down.
