West POV
West woke up alone, for the first time in a long time, and he didn’t mind it. He dressed and headed downstairs. He’d slept late, not something he would normally do, it was almost time for his first meeting, and he was likely going to miss breakfast in the packhouse and would have to scavenge something from the kitchen in all likelihood.
His first meeting of the day was Alpha Thomas. He was headed to his office, a sandwich in his hand, a mouthful of food, when he saw Miranda walk in through the packhouse's front doors. Carrying her shoes, still wearing the same clothes she’d had on yesterday at dinner.
She locked eyes with him, and West raised an eyebrow as he continued to chew his mouthful. He had come to a halt at seeing her. It did not escape his attention that she looked dis
