I lied.
It was a mistake.
Now my mate hates me.
Can I blame him?
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"You're going to be such a big, big boy," I coo. "Mama is so, so proud of you."
"Willow!"—I jump at my boss, Millie's, sharp shout—"When you're done flirting with Blob Capone, come grab your order for table seven. It's ready, and you know how Hank gets having to wait for his food."
I face her with a giant smile as I continue stirring Blob. "Be right out!"
She cocks a dubious eyebrow before turning on her heel and disappearing into the kitchen.
"They just don't understand our relationship, Blob." I stir a few more times, ensuring all the dry flour bits are mixed. Once satisfied, I put the lid back on Blob's jar. "All right, handsome. You're set for another day. I'll see you in the morning to feed you again. Get nice and bubbly for me. You have all kinds of goodies to make." I blow Blob a quick kiss, spin around, and head toward the front of the kitchen to grab the food for table seven.
Blob Capone is a jar of sourdough starter. I've been honored with feeding him daily for the past two years, which is the highlight of my day. It's been a long time since something has brought me as much joy as watching Blob get all fat and happy after feeding. He looks forward to my gentle mixes and daily chats. I even come in on my days off to feed the hungry, gooey fella. My bosses and co-workers think I'm a bit weirdly obsessed over a glob of flour and water, but, like I said, they just don't understand Blob's and my relationship around here.
And where is here exactly? Max & Millie's Diner and Baked Goods is a quaint diner and bakery in the middle of nowhere Montana. It's owned by the kindest husband and wife duo I've ever met, Max and Millie Buchannon.
When they married forever and a decade ago, they dreamed of owning their own business. Max wanted to own a diner and Millie wanted to own a bakery. They spent the early years of their marriage arguing about which one they'd open. Finally, they decided on both. And now here they are over ten years later, flourishing inside their dream and I get to be a part of it.
A small part, but a part, nonetheless.
Did I think waitressing in a small local bakery-diner would be where my life would be two years ago? No. Not at all. Honestly, I had no idea where my life would take me when I ran away from my pack. I was almost certain I'd have gone rogue, running wild and tearing off the heads of unsuspecting hunters because I'd lost all sense of self and humanity. I should have gone rogue by now. My mate and pack rejected me and chose another to stand in my place, after all. I had no choice but to go rogue, but somehow, I haven't. With the mate bond broken, I have nothing to tether me to my pack anymore, so it doesn't make sense, especially since I still don't belong to a pack. I live amongst people, and people are not pack.
As wolves, we're meant to be connected through our inner wolfdom. Without that, we're known to go a little crazy. By "a little" crazy, I mean we'd-rip-off-our-own-heads-if-we-could-crazy. Going rogue is no joke.
