Chapter 20
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It turns out that Anita transferred packs. She came overseas from the Lethal Pack to bring
American style foods and learn more about Canadian culture. She's the new pack head chef,
apparently.
She, my dad, Axe, and I all sit around at the barstools by the counter and let Anita place some
kind of cookie treats onto our plates.
"What is this?" I ask skeptically.
I love cookies, but it seems like she made them in the most... American way possible. This can't
be healthy.
"It's a s'mores cookie sandwich," she explains. "Way tastier than actual s'mores and much easier
to make."
"More calories too," I mutter picking up the snack that's way heavier than I thought it would be.
"Try it Lilac," my father says picking up one of his own. "Everything she makes is heavenly!"
He takes a careful bite and moans making eye contact with Anita. I let my face scrunch in
disgust as the two make love eyes at each other. Looking at Axe, I see he's already eaten one and
started another, so I take a small bite.
My eyes widen as the mouthwatering taste makes my taste buds practically drool. This is
amazing. So unhealthy, but amazing!
"Wow," I say through bites. "This is good."
Anita smiles victoriously as if this means I approve of her without even knowing her favorite
color.
"Consider me your personal chef during your stay. Your father certainly does," she snickers
hitting his arm playfully.
My father smiles between the two of us and I avert my eyes awkwardly. I'm still not sure about
her.
"I hope you aren't fattening the old man up," I tease to lighten the mood. "He needs to stay in
shape for training."
My dad scowls at my comment and Anita laughs, knowing it's very difficult for a werewolf male
to gain so much as a pound unless it's pure muscle.
"Maybe you could teach Lilac how to cook while she's here," Axe suggests clearly thinking of
making me a personal chef for himself.
I glare at him as my father agrees. "That would be wonderful. My two favorite girls bonding..."
I smile tightly and nod. I have to try. I need to do this for my father.
•••
Anita is no mom. I can tell she's trying really hard to gain my approval by acting as a friend, but
I can just see her talking to my dad about me behind my back. I can imagine her trying to seduce
him and the thought makes me sick. Is this how my dad felt when I found Axe?
"So, what's the latest gossip in Blood Canis pack?" She asks moving around to sprinkle green
stuff in the heavy white cream sauce I'm stirring.
I shrug. "Nothing really. It's just like here, except everyone is closer. Say... How old are you
Anita?"
"30," she answers casually.
Thirty. That's five years younger than my dad. It's certainly less than the ten years that plague
between Axe and I, but we're on the same intellectual level. I wonder where she is with my dad.
"How did you and Dad meet?"
Anita takes my pan off the burner and adds some salt before smiling and putting a hand on her
hip.
"That's a great story. I was getting the grand tour of this lovely pack by beta Rootox and we
passed the training fields. Your father was fighting off four guys at the same time! He was
shirtless," cringe. "And sweaty," cringe,"and he looked like a wild man!" My eyes buldge
slightly.
She sounds like Jane talking about Tarzan. Does she remember she's talking about my dad?
"I knew immediately that he was my mate. The smell only confirmed it. Ever since we've been
together like we've never been apart," she gushes.
I nod and drift my eyes to the stove.
"Are we done here?"
Anita looks slightly confused and disappointed, but she nods anyway and I say bye before
hightailing out of the house and to the training fields where dad and Axe said they'd be.
Axe sees me first, pausing for only a moment before no longer playing along in the fight he's in,
knocking two men to the ground on their backs before coming to greet me.
"What's wrong?" He asks in confusion. "Why do you look so upset?"
I curve around him and continue straight for my dad who just finishes the three men he was
fighting before turning to me panting with a huge smile.
"Hey honey! What do you think of Anita?" He asks putting his hands on his hips.
I shake my head as my face scrunches with sorrow.
I walk into his arms immediately and let a small sob out.
"She's not mom," I whisper.
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