Bitten
He had, unknowingly, made my life that much harder.
"Who's this?" Max's head shot up from the map he was studying. He obsessively combed the layout of the Pack territory certain that he was missing something, some magical hiding place where he would finally hunt down Zachary and deliver punishment.
I sighed, "My friend Cam from the restaurant, you know, the chef. I stress the word friend." Glaring at Nate I turned away to continue chopping the salad for lunch. Of course there was also a large chicken roasting in the oven, but I did try and introduce some green things into their diets.