BREELYNN’S POV
I finished preparing the steak’s marinade and started working on a salad. The refrigerator here is stocked and is full of more food than my refrigerator has ever seen. Taking advantage of the fresh vegetables, I slice up a cucumber for a salad that may or may not get eaten.
Torn between staying put and making dinner, or searching the house for access to the basement, I decided to play it safe for now. I don’t know if he has anyone following me, and without Galina here, I can’t get the females free.
Leaving isn’t really an option. As much as he scares me right now, I have to trust that he won’t hurt me if I don’t push him. Clearly, asking questions is a bad idea, so I will stick to having him explain pack dynamics and maybe some history about being a werewolf.
Fuck, wha
