“Are you worrying about me, little wolf?” Sinclair asks, a knowing look in his eye.
“You need to eat even more than I do, and I know your father didn’t only send my favorites.” I answer, trying to look imposing so that he’ll take me seriously. Of course, this is difficult when I’m still only half awake.
Sinclair kneels down in front of me, his mouth quirking upwards, “To be honest, I was so starving that I ate before I woke you.”
“Oh.” I breathe, disappointed but struggling to remember why I should feel this way.
Sinclair chuckles, “don’t look so sad, in fact you should be glad you missed it – have you ever seen the appetite of a wolf who’s been running for four days straight? It isn’t pretty.” He rumbles “I had to take a shower just to wash off the culinary carnage.”
I giggle half-h
