Chapter 133

Daphne's POV Our eyes clash, blue against brown.

My heart stills and my pulse quickens. The stranger draws a reaction out of me that leaves me blindsided. Also, I feel like I know him from somewhere.

My brows furrow in confusion as the man standing beside Henry watches me with an inscrutable look in his eyes. Shaking my head, I look away from him and focus my attention on the children crowding me.

"Miss Daphne," Rina calls out with a pout. "You didn't give me a cupcake." She stretches out her hands to show me her empty palms.

"I'm sorry, dear," I apologize and reach into the basket beside me to pull out a cupcake which I place in her opened palm.

She gives me a toothless smile and digs into the cupcake, getting some of the icing on her cheeks.

I smile and stand to my full height from the squatting position I've been in. "I need to leave," I inform the kids who break out into various forms of whining.

One of them even goes as far as to hang onto my leg.

Rolling my eyes at them, I remove the little hands wrapped around my legs and reach down the pick up my baskets.

"You guys will see me in class on Monday," I remind them and I'm met with more whining.

Shaking my head, I sidestep them and start heading for the pack house where Henry is still standing outside. The man that was with him is nowhere to be seen though.

I shove down the irrational disappointment that settles in my chest.

I greet. "I brought over some cupcakes for the pack members." I stretch out the baskets

I was wondering when you would show up." He pushes the door open with

keeps telling me that I don't believe here. I may not have a wolf but this pack is still my family. And I might have moved out as soon as I got a paying

on the counter where Luke, a kid in the seventh grade, snatches a cupcake right out

the kitchen with his prize. He's definitely going to

teases with a playfut smile on his lips. "I better take mine before they cause a

making a mental note to buy more baking

do that. I feel guilty when you keep bringing us baskets of cupcakes each weekend

love baking." Besides, it's the

the voices in my head shut up even if it's just for a few hours. Also,

myself? I

I

my mother lives close by, I can't possibly visit her whenever

have her

as he predicted, people start swarming into the kitchen, each of them heading for the baskets

the pushing,

and quarreling start.

the main room. I make

room, I remember the man standing beside Henry

ask, hoping not

Red Moon Pack and he came over

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