Chapter .23.

Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two very different things *** The run had done nothing to clear the tension that seemed knotted in the back of my neck. My habits of the wolf were being shoved away and stored. I pulled out instead the actions I had done before leaving the pack. Dusting them off for reuse. Rising before the waking of the world and watching the ascending sun. I walk inside the pack house, a mood of anger slowly wrapping around my thoughts for what I knew I had to do later. I stop short at the sight of Orion in the kitchen. The image of him almost took my breath away as he stood over the counter, a look of deep concentration on his face while stirring mixture that was contained in a large bowl. He wore a grey hoodie, low ride sweatpants and – a pink apron. He immediately looks up at my approach and moodily glares at