"Cole, is it fun, trashing what matters to someone else?"
I let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh. A pampered wolf like him, who's never lifted a finger in his life, wouldn't get it. He'd never understand that my dad woke up at dawn, walked five miles to the market just to save a few bucks on bus fare, all to buy the freshest ingredients for him.
To Cole, those small, ordinary efforts are nothing. Why bother explaining just to be laughed at?
His eyes flicker, but before he can say anything, the door slams shut between us.
He freezes, then lets out a low, amused scoff. Fine, let Lauren throw her little tantrum. Let's see how long she lasts this time.
I move into the pack office dorms, throwing myself into work handoffs. Brooke tries to meet up a few times, but I'm too swamped. Finally,
