Bella’s POV
I later left for work and spent the whole day trying to clean as much as I could. Not as if it would add to my daily pay but I hoped that my boss might tip me.
“You trust her too easily.” my wolf whispered in my head again. My wolf. Restless.
“I don’t have a choice,” I replied telepathically, wiping down the counter with more force than needed. “She’s the only one who’s even looked at me like I wasn’t trash.”
“You don’t know her. Her scent—she hides something.”
“Then we watch. We stay alert.” I paused, pretending to scrub a tough stain while I focused inward. “I’m not walking away from a clean bed and real food because you're spooked.”
“You’re spooked too,” my wolf snapped.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “But I’m also tired.”
The kitchen door swung open behind me. I jumped slightly, snapping out of my head.
“There you are!” June’s voice was all sunshine and mischief. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
“I’ve been working,” I said, brushing hair out of my eyes. “The dishes don’t
