(Quebec - Canada)
Iris
I put another batch of cookies in the oven carefully before the door rang letting me know that another customer came in.
“Brandie, can you help the customer, please?” I asked my co-worker. While I managed the little café and baked all cakes and sweets, she was mainly in charge of serving the customers.
“Yes, Roslyn, sure,” she replied, leaving the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked muffins.
I sighed—Roslyn—it still sounded odd to be called like this, even though it had been my new name for the last year, or at least the name I went by here in Quebec. Using my real name was too dangerous, the Alpha was still trying to find me, even though five years had passed since Sapphire successfully escaped the Northern Lights Pack.
During those five years, I was al
