Life as a Werewolf called Danielle.

Chapter 2-Cinnamon Buns.

I’ll never really be sure of what happened in that office. All I know for sure is they called Dad, his names Michael I forgot to say that, but they called him down to the office and then we had to pledge to out ‘new Alpha’ creating a bond with him and all pack members. I’d been soon consumed by my grief, running on auto I didn’t notice that I had ever lost the connection. Then I was asked, well told to leave and let the adults talk. Being that my dad was a pack doctor and had missed work for at least the past week, after a battle… I figured they must have been discussing what comes next, you know the new alpha laying down the law and all that crap, so I decided to ask dad quietly at home instead of interrupting.

 My dad always says I’m mature for my age, but if I was honest I felt that even at 14 I was a little immature, that’s probably why mum was always commenting and correcting me in public, stand up straight, stop scowling, that top doesn’t go with that skirt, your hairs too long…I could go on but honestly the worst was the fact that she always said I acted like a 10 year old when something upset me or if I didn’t know all the details. But man, even with her flaws I’d give anything to have her back, I could imagine her now, ‘you didn’t enunciate the Alphas name with enough respect’ or something along those lines…wait is that true, dammit!

I don’t know how long I was lost in this line of thought before the door opened and dad said it was time to go home. I don’t know what changed but his mood was low, lower than this last week, so we walked home in silence. When we got in, I turned to ask him, and he just said “don’t” so being the mature teenager I was I ran to me room and slammed the door. I hate being shut out especially when there’s something obviously wrong like what the hell, without mum here you’d think he’d want to talk to me more! URGH!

I ignored dad all night, even when he’d mentioned tea being ready and I was starving. But out of pure embarrassment at my actions I stayed in my room until he eventually went back downstairs. Around 11pm I heard him go to bed so I snuck downstairs and made myself some pancakes with Nutella, one of the things me and mum used to have together when dad was working a night shift and we couldn’t sleep.

After clearing up I went back upstairs and straight to bed. I was sleeping peacefully until I was awoken by a mind link at 7am, half asleep and frazzled I tried to close the connection, before realising too late it was the Alpha Jax. He did not sound happy but, apparently my dad had rabbited on about how much I like to cook, well bake and the Alpha now wanted me to do a job for him at the pack house. So, on my one free day this weekend I had to ruin my passion by doing it as work…yay me. At least he hasn’t called me in for training I thought to myself as I tied my hair up ready to shower, God knows I couldn’t be arsed with washing and drying that mess this early. I started the water, and while I waited for it to heat up, I got some clothes out of the wardrobe and brushed my teeth. After my shower I headed downstairs for some breakfast and found a note from dad ‘I’ve gone to work, I’ll see you later and speak then, love dad’ hmm maybe I’ll get some answers from him later then.

As I was about to leave the house, I got another mind link from Alpha Jax ‘We need a 3-course meal for an important meeting this afternoon, come to the packhouse to get organised’ I responded that I was ready and I’m just setting off and he just said ‘ahh good see you soon!’ I didn’t really know what to say so I decided to just stay quiet and head over there. I didn’t know if he was being nice or if I was overthinking. Once I reached the house I headed inside and heard voices towards the kitchen so walked that way. In the kitchen Alpha was sat on a stool at the main island with his Beta, Zane and a few other pack members, Zane turned and nodded towards me as I came into view and the conversations stopped.

“Danielle, glad you could make it, your dad spoke highly of your food so we’re looking forward to it and these guys said your cinnamon buns are awesome” I felt myself blush and Alpha Jax continued “Mick said you’d been struggling a little with losing you mum so I thought you’d appreciate the opportunity to do some cooking”.

I mumbled something of a yes and thanks I’d love to, after standing there for a minute I realised I didn’t really know what I was doing. I guess I had to speak “umm how many people are attending? Are there any allergies to consider? And where or how do I get all the supplies I’ll need?” I forced myself to speak without a mumble trying desperately to sound like I knew what I was doing. 

From there we went through all the details and decided on a menu, for starters I would make a tomato soup with homemade bread rolls, for main beef lasagne or paella and for pudding I decided to do a platter scenario, including cinnamon rolls, choc chip cookies, blueberry muffins and lemon cheesecake with strawberry, chocolate and vanilla ice cream to go with them.

I'm excited but scared. I mean this is a great opportunity, but damn, what if it all goes wrong? What if the pastry doesn't rise? What if I forget a step in the recipe? Do I think too much…