Chapter 63. Part Two: Beginning

Athena

Six Months Later

“Sweetheart, have you packed the parcel yet? That arrogant bloke might be here anytime soon,” Shelly’s voice, draped in an extremely thick British accent like always, came floating in my ears.

“Almost done, Shelly babe!” I yelled out from the other side of the huge kitchen that currently had more than ten people working, putting their best in their jobs. The fresh aroma of freshly baked pastries was coasting in the air, and some of it wafted into my nostrils which I, to be very honest, did not complain about at all—the entire kitchen smelled delicious.

My wolf rolled her eyes, slumping back in my head and letting me know her extreme distaste for Shelly’s accent and this sight of her caused a small laugh to slip past my lips.

It astonished me how my wolf could get so moody sometimes and act like those high-school mean girls—she had different moods and, today’s one was one of those that have always turned out to be a