Chapter 22

It was becoming more difficult for me to breathe every minute that went by as I was locked up in our bakery's little kitchen. Since I was a young child and Alpha Knight had given me a job in the pack kitchen, cooking has always been a therapeutic activity for me. Perhaps it was the trauma of never having a satisfying meal as a child, or perhaps it was just the idea of seeing so much food in one location at once, but either way, it always seemed to calm my soul.

Vera was threatening me in the only manner she knew how, since she understood this about...