I knew very little of Spencer's life before I arrived at the pack; he's kind of a closed

book despite our close friendship. But I have heard that his grandmother basically

raised him after his parents passed away. He was only a young boy at the time,

and whatever happened, it shaped who he was as a person.

Deciding to change the subject, I said, "Well, I guess I'll be the judge of your

cooking, and I'll let you know if it's good enough to snag a lady."

He grinned, the tension between us seeming to loosen.

I watched as he cooked; I sat at the island counter, watching how serious he was

when he cut the ingredients on the cutting board.

"We should head back to the pack tomorrow," I tell him, breaking the silence that

started to consume us. "I don't want to be away too long. I just needed some

space from everything."

I fully plan on resolving things with Gavin; I was hurt by what he had said to me

earlier, but at the end of the day, I knew in my heart what I had to do. It was going

to be hard, though, because I didn't want to say goodbye to the friends I've made

in this pack.

My wolf whimpered inside of me, being away from Gavin was tough on her, and I

felt bad. There was also a lingering unease deep within her... or maybe it was

deep within me? I couldn't quite tell where this unease was coming from, but it

the pack. I realized I didn't have my

I was feeling a

me for anything now that Sampson knew

at least still feel like part of the team, and

as they

looking at me. "If

return tomorrow."

to think about things," I told

I appreciate you for sharing your special place

unreadable as he

he said, a

giving me a forced smile suddenly? Had I said

him?

time he finished cooking, the

passed a plate of food in my direction.

well and sat

tastes okay," he said, a little

him reassuringly as I scoop up

to

lips around

eyes

in my

the moan that escaped my

completely unaware that Spencer

watching me with wide

I tell him, going for another spoonful. I wiggled in my

dance from this incredible food that my mouth was being gifted

the small blush that decorates

his eyes never leaving

the spoon

you going to eat?" I asked, once

in place as he watched

and it looked as

and glanced at his

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