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‘Don’t tell anyone you have a wolf.’ - this is what Adrian’s note had said. My heart sank. Why did he say that? Is there something wrong with my wolf? But she’s not disabled. I ’d know when I shfited, right? Suddenly I couldn’t be sure of anything. Millions of possible problems rushed to my mind.

But it’s not like I can just march over to the alpha’s son and ask for an explanation. I’m at the kitcen. It’s not a safe place to shift and check on my wolf. As much as it was irking me, I decided to focus on the one thing I CAN control right here, right now, and that is- making this cake that Lucinda asked of me.

“Make a Tres Leches, she says. Make it quickly, she says.” I muttered under my breath as I preheated the over before making the batter for the cake in a baking pan.

I grew up in the kitchen. But I’ve never cooked anything with a heart full of strange and warm feelings. The curves on my lips refuse to be straightened when I thought of him.

I remembered the look on his face when h