Jacob's Point of View.
The whiskey I had drunk had hit me harder than I'd anticipated. I wasn't sure why exactly until my stomach growled. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten, but it was definitely before Paige went missing. I didn't feel hungry, but I needed sustenance if I was going to go back out searching for Paige.
I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and found Jasmine. She had the fridge open and was examining the contents. She looked like she was waiting for inspiration to hit her. Which was weird because she had always seemed to know what I wanted without me ever having to ask.
"Lunch." I grunted. I didn't mean to be rude, but I was finding it incredibly difficult to be pleasant to anyone.
"Of course, Alpha," she replied, still staring in the fridge, not r
