Natalie's POV
I spent the next few hours in the kitchen instead of being on my way to my former pack. The plan when I woke up this morning was to leave this house, go back to my pack, push through with my plan, and never come back. Maybe after killing those motherfuckers, I would escape to a faraway land.
But here I am in the kitchen dishing spaghetti and fried chicken for little Will.
The first time I had entered the kitchen to inform the cook that I was going to prepare a meal, they had panicked. Not only did I see the panic in their eyes, I could smell the fear so real in the air.
I swear it, Clara was an evil woman because the next words that came out of the chef cook were,
"I'd like to remain here while you prepare that," That was after I told her I was planning to prepare Will
