Paiges Point of View.
I pushed my breakfast around my plate miserably. Scrambled eggs were actually my favorite, but not when I was told I couldn't 'leave my room' until I had eaten them. Being told what to do turned me into a petulant child.
Being a werewolf, a threat like that doesn't usually carry much power. But then threats like that don't usually come with Erin straddled across a chair that purposely blocks the exit with an expression on her face that could curdle milk.
I sighed for the hundredth time. I had already threatened not to make her wedding dress, which had gone down a real treat. It had also been vastly ignored.
"Come on Paige, it's eggs and a piece of toast. You finish it, you can go right back to Alpha Jacob."
That was the problem. I wasn't actually sure I wan
