Page 9 of Wolf Tormented
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Jara
I skulk down the stairs and into the crowded storage room. The enforcers are milling about with baskets in their hands, but someone is missing.
“Has Alex been down here yet?” I ask McKenna.
She shakes her head. “I think he and Patrick were organizing the cleanup for the roof tile and looking for someone to check the roof.”
“Alpha,” John calls from behind me.
I turn around, and the tall man looks absolutely lost. His eyes are wide as he scans the room.
“Do you need help, John?” I stroll up to him and hand him a basket.
“I… ummm… I don’t really know what to do with most of this stuff.” He rubs a hand over the back of his neck.
“That’s okay. What do you normally eat?” I wave for him to follow me to the back aisle where the canned and boxed foods are stored.
“Usually anything frozen or in a can so I can microwave it. I also hunt and eat that,” he whispers and glances around, as if to make sure no one else is listening.
Is he embarrassed by his eating habits? That’s kind of adorable.
Helping him might be just what I need to get over my close encounter with Archer. Keeping busy always helps with that.
I grab a few cans of ravioli off the shelf and stack them in his basket. “We have all kinds of canned foods, but are you sure you don’t want to try something new? I can find some easy recipes for you to try out.”
“Thank you, alpha, but I’m afraid I would burn water,” he says with a sheepish grin.
“Okay, no problem. There are a couple of things in the freezers that are fit for the microwave. I’ll make sure to add more items like that to the list for our next delivery as well.”
Maybe a cooking class for the young wolves in the pack would be a good idea too. Especially the unmated males. I have a feeling they are all pretty hopeless when it comes to cooking.
Several of the others in the room follow us back to the freezer section, and I roll my eyes.
“How do you all survive on nothing but frozen foods and still have energy to patrol?” I ask.
“Cooking isn’t something we were taught at a young age like the girls were.” John shrugs.
“I guess we need to fix that then. You all live alone, and nothing about this diet is nutritious. We will start a cooking class soon, and I want all of you there.” I glare at each of them.
“Yes, Alpha,” John says, and the others nod.
“Yo, idiots,” Angela calls from the top of the stairs. “You’re gonna be late to the meeting. Hurry the fuck up.”
I have never seen such huge men move so fast. They all scramble up the steps and out the door, then Angela grins and finger waves at me before following them out.
I scan the storeroom and pick up a few baskets as I try to clean up from the stampede.
I grin at the half-stocked shelves. “The enforcers cleaned us out.”
McKenna giggles. “You put the fear of the gods into them.”
“I just don’t understand what was going through their minds.”
“The unmated males I could understand, but Patrick? I didn’t like that for poor Libby at all.” McKenna huffs out a breath as she walks over to one of the produce shelves.
“I’m glad you told me what they’ve been doing. It’s not right. I don’t want the other pack members to be afraid to take what they need.” I grab a half-empty basket of fruit and bring it to the table in the middle.
