Clean

My first thought once I reached the pack house should have been washing and disinfecting my wound, but I couldn't deny the rumbling of hunger in my stomach. I kicked off my muddy shoes by the door, leaving them in a heap. Rhodes always hated when I did that, preferring a clean entranceway for when he greeted guests - which made it all the more fun to do it. I would pick them up later, and before he entertained anyone in his study. But for now? A muddy heap by the door, just long enough to see his jaw tick in irritation. What fun was life if you couldn't tease the Alpha every now and then?

I made my way to the kitchen, my heart set on a quick bowl of cereal to curb the hunger long enough to shower and see to the bite mark Leon had left behind. What I hadn't expected when I rounded the corner into the kitchen was the hulking frame of Alpha Rhodes, poised over the coffee pot with a bewildered look on his face. His eyes met mine, flush with shock, before roaming down to my still