Shy, Scared, and Weak. I'm the Alpha's Mate.

Crescent Moon Pack Dinner

"I heard that yesterday was your first training" we had begun driving farther and farther from the Alpha's House.

I nodded.

"I also heard that someone challenged you" Christina looked at me from the corner of her eye.

How did she know this? Well, I shouldn't be surprised, pack Females are the biggest gossips. So were the males, honestly.

I played with a string on the brown leather upholstered seat. "Yeah, I was"

"Sadly it should have been expected. She-wolves have the hardest time dealing with new comers. Especially other females." at a stop sign Christina looked at me, her face glowing with pride. "Congratulations on your win, Jillian. Rowdy females are only obedient when they know who's boss. Even though lives can be lost and wolves get hurt, sometimes challenges are necessary for that very reason, whether the challenger is male or female."

I personally hated challenges. Yes, at times the pack member brings it upon themselves, but I never believed that death was a reasonable consequence for challenging an Alpha. I just hated physical punishment. It brought back to many bad thoughts and memories of when I was punished for "disrespect" or "defiance".

Desperate to change the topic I said, "Damien is wearing purple today, I like bunnies"

***

The pack house kitchen was like a majestic and beautiful place. Food was ever abundant in the pantry and refrigerator.

This must be what heaven is like. Gladys said when we saw two jars of peanut butter sitting on the counter. There were two! Two unopened jumbo sized jars of peanut butter just sitting there!

It reminded me of the fact that I ate the rest of the spread for a midnight snack last night.

Curses...

But just before I could pounce the jars, Christina and the other head females put me to work. I was tossing salad, checking recipes, and chopping onions for spaghetti sauce, before I could object.

Many females were preparing dinner for that night. Werewolves do have a big appetite I cannot lie; so the hands around the kitchen were very appreciated at the end of the day. Around 5 females were cooking the menu. Spaghetti with meatballs, bread and various deserts were being made so the scents were overwhelmingly perfect. Pack dinners were common and in many packs they were an everyday occurrence,but not here. Nevertheless pack dinners were a necessary time for bonding between the pack besides training, pack meetings and the occasional party.

As females in the pack, many of them took old fashioned domestic jobs, whether it be tending to the pups or cleaning and cooking. We chose how we contributed to the pack, not everyone could train all day, we had to eat sometime. It had seemed as if the she-wolves took turns doing the jobs though, that's why the mix up happened and I was called over. Even though I'm a major home body, I enjoyed making dinner with the ladies. The air smelled of sisterhood and acceptance. Smooth conversations were carried out throughout the day and laughter was an added ingredient in tonight's meal.

"Jillian?" one of them asked, her name was Lana.

I turned to her.

"Can you get me a wooden spoon and whisk?"

I understood her plea, she was elbow deep in bread dough. "Sure" I responded when I turned my back on her and began to search for the utensils she had asked for. I found the spoon quickly, it was the whisk that I had to search hard for. The way the kitchen was set up was odd, instead of the pantry or closet being within the heart of the cooking space, you had to turn a corner to get there. On the other side of the kitchen there were still spoons and other instruments, so I looked there.