Sullen
Her mom slid her plate of food across the table, leaned her elbows against the cabinet, and stared. Sullen scooped up a piece of food and stared back. “Stop it. You’re creeping me out.”
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
Sullen shoved the food into her mouth and chewed. “Pissed. I don’t want to be here. I already feel trapped, and I haven't been here but a few hours."
Her mom frowned. “You would love it if you gave it a chance.”
She gave her mom a deadpan look. “Mom, I grew up in a pack. I’m not missing anything. A pack is a pack no matter the alpha.”
“I bet we’ll prove you wrong,” her mom said, slapping the counter. “I’m going to get dressed. You eat, and … don’t go—”
“Anywhere,” Sullen finished. “I made a promise. I’m going to stay. Reluctantly, but I am going to stay. I
