After her breakdown in the woods, we finally brought Reagan back to the cabin, where she curled up on the couch, watching Dynasty, a show about a bunch of dysfunctional rich people.
I have no interest in it, but it seemed to keep her calm, and that's what we needed.
After a while of watching it with her in silence, the growl coming from her stomach sent us all to the kitchen to fix her something to eat. Lennox offered to help, but we denied it. Reagan needed support from her mates, and that's what we were going to do.
Taking care of her was our responsibility, and we have been cruising by letting our Elders and Alphas take the reigns. She needed us, so it was time to get domestic. We started by making her a meal.
I stood over our stove, watching as the veggies shrunk in the pan while I sauteed them. Iris was on the other side of me, cooking the meat. Hazel and Rose were over at the island counter, making drinks.
One of Reagan's favorites since being here. An orange and cherry juice mix. That sounds strange, but every time Celia made it, she practically finished it all, not letting anyone else have any. Not that any of us minded anyway.
Lennox and Celia walked into the kitchen, smelling the aroma around it. "If I had known it would take a death for you all to cook, I would have killed Alan long ago," Lennox said, taking a piece of meat from the plate that had the finished meat on it.
I narrowed my eyes on her. She grinned, looked at an amused Avah, and handed the meat to her.
They seemed odd together, and they have for a few days now. I'm not sure why, though.
"Lennox, leave them be," Avah chastised, then brought her attention to us. "How is she doing?"
I looked at the entrance to the living room, where Reagan was probably listening closely to our conversation. "She is hurting but not broken. She needs time to heal. A lot has happened in the last three days," I answered sadly.
Avah hummed. "I'll go have a talk with her," she said, taking two glasses of the juice Iris and Hazel were making and walking out.
Lennox watched her the entire time. Hazel chuckled. "Rut coming soon?" she asked, eyeing Lennox.
"In a week, but that's not the reason for my new attention on her," she smirked and walked out, meeting Avah in the living room.
Karina and Celia were up in their room, pacing back and forth, and had been doing that for about an hour. I'm curious as to what they've been talking about through their bond, and I'm hoping that at some point, they'll remember what happened the last time they kept secrets and just talk to us.
The food was done, but we didn't alert Reagan yet because Rose stopped us. Walking over to a drawer, she pulled out a notepad and a pen.
She scribbled something down and handed it to us.
She needs to shift again. That will help with this healing process.
We all nodded our heads.
I took the pen and wrote down my comment. It's amusing how we've learned to find new communication methods without Reagan knowing. It's a good thing we are doing it to help her.
Let's bring that up in a week. Eventually, her body will tell her that she needs to. We have to play this smart while also going at her pace.

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Those In The Forest
RomanceReagan Carter is a 22-year-old college dropout who has never known the love of a family or a partner. After being orphaned at age three, she has gone her whole life thinking she isn't worth it. An emotional run in the forest to clear her mind leads...