Eve
I decided to cook to make up for my earlier “disrespect” towards the king. The last thing I wanted was for him to fire me when I hadn’t even fulfilled my mission for being here. If I got kicked out now, all my efforts and the humiliation I had endured would have been for nothing.
I chose to make something not too fancy but still wholesome—Cowboy steak with charred corn panzanella. A hearty meal, but not extravagant enough to come across as trying too hard.
To distract myself, I tuned into the radio station that broadcasted to the general werewolf packs. The familiar voice of Alex, the presenter, filled the kitchen. I liked him because he was balanced, and never biased. He spoke about issues that truly mattered rather than the usual useless gossip that flooded most channels.
As I chopped my avocados, the discussion on the radio deepened. Correspondents called in, talking about the greed among some Alphas who wasted resources meant for their people. Another spoke about the worsenin
