-Claire's P.O.V.-
I walk towards the pack house, something that is unusual for me as I mostly remain in my house. The only reason my route extends from my house and school to the pack house is because Lucia has insisted on weekly checkups I am sure I don't need any more. My week had mostly consisted of trying to teach myself one basic skill for survival: cooking. Eliza had tried to help me but it was evident that I was no chef, she did, however, manage to teach me how to make eggs by myself. They are nothing compared to the eggs of the cafe but they are eatable and save me from having to eat the microwaved food every day or spending extra money by eating out.
As I walk in to the pack house I am thankful that Jake is a private person as I wouldn't want any of these people to know that I a
