Chapter 30

When we get back to the motel. Chase cooks chicken stir fry as it turns out in am in fact clueless when it comes to cooking he put some in a takeaway container for me to have tomorrow night. His stir fry tastes amazing like a flavour explosion in my mouth and watching him it seems simple.

“So how did you learn to cook?”

Chase shrugs his shoulders “the pack cook taught me when I was little. I wanted to learn the basic life skills”

“Nice. What other domestic duties can you do”

“Other than being self reliant pretty much everything my fathers cold and distant being an only child I sought attention else where in the pack from a young age”

“What happened to your mother”

Chase visibly grimaces at my question he puts his fork down into his bowl seemingly annoyed now maybe a crossed a line I was just curious to know maybe he too has suffered a loss and that’s why his helping me in my hour of need.

“I better get going my father will notice if I’m gone to long and nothing good comes from