Delilah stood off to the side just outside the kitchen, cursing her luck. As expected, returning to the pack wasn’t an issue. Since she was still a part of it, she could access the link though it was frayed and the collective pack scent rather stale as she hadn’t been among them for quite some time.
Originally, she planned to sneak into the kitchen to prepare her gift for the alpha herself. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Myra. The older she-wolf would definitely recognize her, and she certainly wouldn’t let Delilah wander around. She had no choice but to wait in the wings for an opportunity.
Delilah hoped Myra would wander off, but the kitchen omega was content to putter around with the others. She didn’t know the reason for the jovial mood, but the others gossiped about how
