Grim
I waited for Lily in the hallway, holding fresh, hot food and the biggest cup of coffee I could find, just for her.
She hadn’t eaten all day.
And I knew she needed everything I could give her for comfort. I had more waiting back at the bakery, too. But I thought something warm and light would be good for now.
I was still reeling from the way she respectfully bowed to every single one of my werewolves, touching their hearts in a way she would never understand, while also worrying about how things were going with her father, when a human approached me.
My patience was already worn thin. Even my werewolves have given me space, noticing the terrible mood I was in.
I wanted Lily.
Needed her near.
And the longer she was away, the more anxious and worried I felt.
I wanted nothing
