DEA
Arthur coaxed me to stay for a few days in the pack to let them get more familiar to them, but as the days went by, I developed for them. I began hating their appearance, their scent, and even the way they greeted me. I felt like they were just mocking me. In just two weeks, I felt like I was an entirely different kind of person.
“Here is your request.”
The moment Arthur set the plate in front of me, I wrinkled my nose when the smell assaulted my senses, my stomach churning in the process.
I leaned back in the chair and covered my mouth to prevent vomiting. “What is that?” I grimaced, pushing it away like it offended me personally.
Arthur blinked, watching me carefully with his hands still resting near the plate. “But I thought you want–”
“It smells off.” I glared at him, my voi
