I spent the day wallowing in my own emotions. I have been rolled up in this bed so long that I haven’t eaten a thing today, and all I can think about is my mama’s strawberry cheesecake stuffed cookies. It’s almost one in the morning. Denny messaged hours ago, saying it may be a while before he got home, so I couldn’t do anything but think about everything. My mind whirled around the twins, this place, my wolf, my parents… those damn cookies. My stomach growled at the thought of their gooey cream cheese filling.
I groaned, unrolling from my burrito and trudging to the elevator, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. I rambled through the fridge, removing the cream cheese and making the centers so they could freeze while I rummaged for the dry ingredients. I pulled my phone out, starting my
