Page 28 of Wolf Tormented
“Right. I understand the pressure he’s under, but he doesn’t have to take all his frustrations out on me,” I say.
Angela nods. “I’ll be downstairs while you get dressed.”
She leaves, closing the door behind her. I glance at the unmade bed and slump. Archer never came to bed last night, but that’s not anything new. He’s been sleeping in the spare room more often lately.
I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling momentarily before spinning on my heel and walking into the closet to get dressed for the day.
Angela is busy, so I don’t expect to be allowed out of the house very often. The fact she’s here and waiting for me now just proves that she’s my friend.
She doesn’t want me stuck in the house any more than I want to be.
I dress quickly and wander down to the kitchen. Angela is sitting on the granite counter, peering down at her phone.
“What are we doing?” I ask as I move to stand next to her.
“You want to take a walk or tackle the delivery from last night?” she asks.
“Shit, I forgot there was a delivery. The place is probably a disaster after the shelf fell.” I glance out the window, longing to go outside and see the members of the pack, but there is probably a ton of stuff to clean up in the storeroom.
I take a step toward the storeroom, and Angela grabs my arm.
“McKenna cleaned it up. The shelves and freezers just need to be stocked.” She hops off the counter and races down the stairs to the basement.
I follow behind her, taking them carefully so I don’t trip and break my neck or something equally humiliating.
Boxes litter the space, and I groan internally. They just dumped everything down here. The produce is still sitting on one of the tables, but I don’t even know which boxes contain the new produce for us to stock.
“That’s a lot of supplies,” Angela says.
“Yeah, and it doesn’t look like the guys had any rhyme or reason to where they set anything.” I sit cross-legged on the ground and open the nearest box.
Angela picks up a box and carries it closer to the canned food shelf. “Who puts this many cans in one box? It’s a good thing we have shifter strength.”
“Maybe we should make some of the enforcers come down here and help just for making this shit so difficult.” I drag another box in front of me.
It’s heavier than the last one. Who the fuck packed these things? I’m surprised that the bottoms didn’t fall out.
“I’m sure they would cry like babies but do it all the same.” Angela chuckles.
She has a can in each hand as she scans the shelf for the correct place to put them.
“They definitely would. Did you see how scared they were when I yelled at them yesterday?” I ask.
“Serves the idiots right.” She reaches up to one of the top shelves and is barely tall enough to put the can there.
I struggle with picking at the tape on the box with my fingernails; it’s been taped within an inch of its life.
Maybe that’s why the bottom of the box didn’t collapse. They used an entire roll of packing tape on it.
“Can you hand me the box cutter?” I ask, waving a hand over my head.
“No, I’m not handing you sharp objects right now.” Angela turns her glare on me.
“Fine.” I stand and head to the table, but Angela beats me to it and snatches the box cutter.
“No sharp objects.”
“I’m not a fucking toddler.” I stomp my foot and hold my hand out to her.
