Chapter 4

I grabbed a tray but I realized I didn't know what the Alpha liked to eat.

I tapped a random wolf's shoulder.

Big mistake.

It was the same wolf, the one who called humans mutts.

He slowly turned around and glared at me.

"What do you want?" He growled.

Sheesh, so moody.

"Nothing, sheesh, I was just going to ask if you knew what the Alpha usually eats."

"Which Alpha? Meh, doesn't matter, they all have the same favorite, baked garlic chicken parmesan," he pointed to the dish served on different plates.

Then smiled.

That dude actually smiled.

Well, let me take my words back.

He smiled to show his sharp canines.

I rolled my eyes. I got a random unused tray and piled four baked garlic chicken parmesans on it. Well, wolves have a high appetite right? I put six more.

Do wolves get thirsty a lot? Well, I don't really care but I don't want to go back and forth so I just got three bottles of water.

I re-counted the parmesans, just in case.

I don't want to look like a fool going back and forth from their room and to the kitchen.

I got up the stairs, went through hallways, and opened random doors, because, well, no one told me where exactly the Alpha's Hall was. Even though I got there the first time, I don't know how to get there the second time.

After what seemed like forever, I finally found the door with the Alpha's Hall sign.

I slowly twisted the doorknob, then peeked in.

I squinted my eyes to see through the small dent.

The two eldest Alphas sat on the white modular sofa, talking about things I couldn't quite hear.

Seeing that I couldn't get a snoop of anything, I just opened the door wider, and both their heads snapped in my direction.

It wasn't like I heard anything.

I raised one of my eyebrows.

"I brought food for Alpha Caine," I said, holding the tray out.

Caleb looked from the tray to Caine.

"Don't tell me all your muscles are from fats," Caleb said, staring at the piled-up parmesans. His lips closed tight telling me that he was trying to stifle a laugh.

Caine's mouth opened then closed.

"I eat even less than half of that!" Caine countered, glaring at his brother.

"Doubt it, have a nice time," he said, waving before going into his room and slamming the door shut.

Caine and I had a small staring contest before I finally looked away, staring at the rug with a 'welcome' sign instead.

He opened the door of his room and motioned for me to get in. I was honestly surprised it was how I left it, I thought it would turn even messier than before.

I placed the tray on a random table and was about to leave the room when Caine stopped me with an arm.

"You brought too much food for me."

So? "Sorry? I'll just put it back downstairs then."

"No it's fine, eat with me instead," he offered.

Eat with you? No thanks.

"Umm, okay."

I stared at the one seat pushed into the hole of the table. Was I going to eat while standing?

As if he had heard my thoughts, he pulled a random chair from the common room and put it near the table, waiting for me to sit.

Aren't I supposed to be the one to serve?

I slowly sat down, staring at the wall filled with pictures while Caine sat on the other chair.

I blinked as he messily tore the parmesan with his teeth.

Then he looked up.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Eat."

My nose scrunched up slightly, I wasn't really used to someone ordering me around, except for our village chief giving orders around, but it was for our own safety. I still ate anyway. I didn't want to get into a powerful werewolf's bad side.

I looked through his wall filled with pictures while eating. Especially the funny ones, like where he opened his mouth with his fingers, sticking his tongue out at the camera, but it was when he was younger, so it was cute rather than funny.

Caine's eyes went from my eye to the picture I was looking at and sighed.

"Always that picture, I should take it down soon," he muttered under his breath.

I almost let out a chuckle, but I stopped myself before I could.

He was an Alpha, a powerful one.

While I was just a human, probably a little insect he can squish then I'll go 'poosh', gone.

I've never felt this inferior to someone before. I guess it was because of the shelter I was provided, I think I've gotten too used to how I was before, free. Carefree, cheerful, and happy. I wanted my freedom, but I knew it wasn't possible.

I finished five parmesans in just 2 minutes. I know, amazing, aren't I?

I haven't eaten such good food in months, or maybe half a year, and now, it was served on a silver platter. And, of course, I'd gladly take the opportunity.

Caine was watching me with his watchful eyes. From how I ate the food, to how I awkwardly coughed each time he stared at me. It was very disturbing.

After he finished eating, he gave me simple instructions.

Just to get the food down, leave it for the others to wash, eat dessert, if I want to, then just go to my dorm room.

I got the tray, with the leftover crumbs of parmesan, and the empty bottles and went straight out of the room. That was pretty creepy and stalky if you ask me.

I stumbled down the stairs, not being able to hold the handle with either hand since both hands were being used.

I finally got down the stairs and left the dishes in the sink, throwing the empty plastic bottles in the bin.

And, since I was allowed to eat dessert, I took a strawberry frozen yogurt from the fridge. I mean, no one would waste this opportunity. Unless they're allergic, and that sucks.

I glanced around the dining hall, looking for Emma or Ezra anywhere.

So far, they were the only ones I knew anyway.

"Over here," I heard Emma's chirpy voice from my right.

I turned around and saw her waving her arms, as if trying to attract my attention.

Well, that did it.

I walked over to her table and sat down, twisting the cover of the yogurt's sealed cup.

I ate a spoonful of yogurt and then turned to look at Emma to start a conversation, but that was when I noticed a wolf on her lap.

That was so not normal.

We used to be so scared of wolves, we tried to not even be heard or seen by them.

Used to be.

Now that we were in a house, or a mansion rather, filled with more than a hundred werewolves.

And some were actually nice.

Maybe I was just being paranoid about the whole thing, maybe werewolves weren't that bad, I mean, they are still half human anyway.

"Who's that?" I asked, gesturing my spoon to the brownish-black wolf she was holding.

"Guess who," she said with a grin.

"Uhm, the guy who called humans mutts?"

I was really bad at guessing.

"Nope, it's Ezra, they recruited all the men from our village who they think could survive the shift, there's this part they bite," she gestured to her neck. "Then after that, Ez told me they made them drink some sort of potion that burned his insides, they said it was to skip the transitioning and poof into a werewolf immediately, but with consequences."

I raised one eyebrow in curiosity.

"They have to shift four times a day for a whole month, and Ez says it really hurts when shifting. They say that the shifts will come naturally after the side effects stop working."

"Oh, well," I said as I finished my yogurt. "Sucks to be him."

The wolf snapped its head up.

"Totally," Em said, patting Ezra's furry head. "By the way, they gave our dorm numbers while you were serving the Alpha, I made sure to take note of yours, it's room 07."

"Alright, I'll see you soon I guess," I said, walking away to place the cup and disposable spoon in the trash bin.