Alpha Omega

Grandma, what big teeth you have.

I'd like to say that my first shift was some wonderful, amazing experience, but I'd be lying my ass off.

No, it didn't hurt. No, I didn't wake up naked in the woods or anything stupid like that. But, I would like to point out that my wolf is a bitch! In like, the human sense. The nosey cow has been trying to overtake my body all day with her stupid wolf impulses and I'm honestly embarrassed to say that she has had her way more than once today. Use your imagination, raw meat, mice, snarling a darling old ladies who helped raise you because she reprimanded you for stealing a biscuit from the prince's trays like she has done every day for the past eighteen years.

Which, leaves us where we are now. I'm currently working out my guilt at having growled at Janet like a rabid animal by helping her out in the bustling commercial kitchen. She forbade me from doing any actual cooking, so I've contented myself with washing the dishes when she's done with them and tidying up after her as she flutters about the kitchen with her gray hair tied up behind a purple bandanna I made for her 50th anniversary. I remember being immensely impressed with myself for finding the purple bed sheets to be thrown out when one of the young girls got her period unexpectedly on her silk sheets. Some scissors, a sewing needle and thread and voila, matching silk bandana for the chef and matching silk cap for her husband, the old lawn-mower who died not long after.

"I really am sorry Jan, I mean, I have no idea what came over me, please don't think that you can't tell me off. You've been doing it since I was little, in fact, my day is measured by how many times I get in trouble by you! Think about it, if you didn't yell at me to wake me up in the mornings then I wouldn't be down in time to get yelled at by Madame Bunyon and then I'd not have any extra chores and I'd be done early and I'd eventually become lazy and all I'd do is eat stolen biscuits and you won't be yelling at me to only take one so I'll probably end up eating them all and then the Prince's will surely wither and die because they've been deprived of your morning tea and then the whole pack would fall into chaos and I'll just be a lazy, round, biscuit brained accomplice to the downfall of the pack!"

Janet is bent over laughing, shaking her head, "Breath precious Rose, you'd be no good to anybody if you suffocate yourself with, what do you call it, word vomit?"

"Madame Bunyon?" Maven asks, strolling into the kitchen.

I nod my head, turning back to the sink, "It rhymes if you say it with a shitty french accent."

He leans back on the counter beside me, looking at me thoughtfully, "You're an evil genius. Don't get me wrong, you're blackened brains scare the crap out of me most days, but I respect that."

"Blackened brains?" I ask, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

Maven frowns, head tilting down slightly and breaking eye contact, "I...I only meant..."

I laugh and shove him lightly with my hip, "I was joking Mave! Goddess you're too easy sometimes." Not that he's ever given up that easy. Birthday perks?

He lets out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head, "Yeah." Before pushing off the counter and moving to help Janet take a large fish out of the freezer to be prepared.

"Remind me why we're deboning Nemo's family?" Maven says, picking up one of the little knives that are made for scaling the fish.

"You are scaling the salmons for the pack meeting at noon."

"Dad said the princes haven't been home since yesterday afternoon. Can they even have a meeting without the Alpha's sons?" I raise my eyebrows in surprise at Maven's words, gossip on the royals means that Dorian has been making friends who are allowed to actually see the royals, Delta's probably. Must be moving up if he's found Delta's who'll actually talk to him long enough to divulge royal gossip.