~Xyana~
"Hello, Adina," I call, making a beeline straight to the pack house's private kitchen that is set aside for the use of the people living in the pack house, which I'm part of, by the way.
"Good afternoon ma'am." She greets stalking behind me. "I can get you a good full-course brunch from the main kitchen. That fridge only has snacks that, in my opinion, are unhealthy." She volunteers from behind.
"Good thing nobody is asking for your opinion, Adina. I'm fine." I say as I pull the door of the fridge open.
Surfing through the options available, I finally settled for two cupcakes and orange juice. A spike of sugar will definitely do me good right now. When I turn, Adina is still at the door. 'What is wrong with this woman, for god's sake?'
"Do you want something, Adina?" I asked,
