“Everything good?” I asked when she stepped back into the kitchen, forcing myself to loosen my grip on the counter. I didn't dare turn around just yet. I could still feel my wolf pushing too close to the surface. And if she caught a glimpse of my shifted eyes, and asked questions, with the amount of adrenaline pumping through me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to lie to her.
Kat hummed a yes, sitting back down at the table and eating her breakfast with ease. I kept cooking for a few minutes, waited for the blood to stop roaring in my ears: only when I was certain I had the beast locked back down did I pile food onto my own plate and go to sit across from her.
Watching her eat the meal I had provided, seeing her so visibly satisfied by my sustenance, instantly placated and excited the most anc
