Crossing Borders
I had even re-organised the cupboard, noticing that there wasn’t a lot in there but did manage to find a pair of overly big sweatpants which I can wear when it gets colder.
“Hey” he smiles as he comes in. He is carrying a bowl filled with macaroni and cheese. He goes to sit next to me, handing it over along with a cup of coffee.
“What did the alpha say?” I ask, taking a sip of the godly liquid.
“Just pack stuff” he shrugs, clearly not wanting to talk about it, “Listen, there’s a pack meeting tonight because of the whole full moon thing that’s coming up”
I only nod, taking a forkful of pasta.