Eve
Amitayus was stressed. I could tell. It made me nervous. It was really late and he hadn't returned yet. I didn't want to interrupt him because I knew he was handling pack business. Instead, I found things to do to ignore my anxiety. But I could only read so much. Listening to music didn't help much. Watching movies distracted me enough, but I still kept thinking about my mate. I sighed.
As time continued to tick by, I decided to cook something. Cooking was always therapeutic. Bridgette had retired for the evening. That's how late it was. I began moving around the kitchen and before long, I was humming and adding dashes of seasoning into the food. The aromas were enticing. I inhaled and suddenly caught the hint of the aroma I had been waiting on all day. I spun around to see my mate
