Chapter 77: Cinnamon Roll

Sebastian tucks me into his side as we walk toward the front door. The packhouse is quiet, aside from the distant sound of clinking coming down the hallway that leads to the kitchen. I pause for a moment, peeking the length of the wall when the smell of fresh yeasty rolls and cinnamon hits my nose.

My mouth suddenly feels wet with drool as I leave the safety of Seb’s side in search of the food. I don’t know how long I have been in my room. Or If I was delirious and don’t remember eating or if Seb ever left my side, but if my stomach is any indication. They have been starving me, and I need to rectify the issue.

Seb follows behind me as I find my way through the spacious living room and directly into the open floor plan kitchen that is probably the size of most small homes in this pack. The woman in the kitchen freezes when she sees my look of determination and she looks over my shoulder at what I presume is Seb. In awe, I step up to the counter, lean down over the hot cinnamon rolls