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Chapter 2 - FLOWERS

The aftermath of breakfast is always the worst thing I have yet to get used to in the past seven months.

Cleaning up all the dirty dishes and tables purposely left behind by those who used it, like proper etiquette wasn't taught to them when they were children.

It's been so long now, watching me suffer to clean after them still brings a laugh to them like it did in the beginning.
Though it makes me wonder if I was the same as them, leaving my mess behind for others to pick up after me like an infant who can't properly care for themselves.

The cleanup job is very tedious work, but nonetheless that job has to get done and when the job is done, I head to the place I've been stationing myself after every chore in my spare time, the library, but not before going to the garden for my everyday sessions I scheduled for myself.

Though today is Monday, I will not only go to the garden for some therapy but to pick some fresh flowers as well to replace the old.

I enjoyed the library when I first went, but when I figured to myself of what it can teach me or show me like the garden, I've been pit stopping here like every chance I get in the past seven months.

Not without reason though, I need to see if I can find something, anything about the Imprint and what it means and hopefully how to break it.

It's getting harder for me though by each passing day being this way, being Human.
One of the main things that I have to worry about is sickness. Don't get me wrong, anybody can die at any moment, but I never had to worry about sickness.

To die from sickness is unthinkable. I've never had to worry about that ever in my life. Being one of them is so hate worthy, yet I tell myself sooner or later that I have to accept it right, I thought I wasn't but I know that I am in denial, deep down I know but I just can't give up who I am and what I know myself to be and that is a Werewolf.

Soon, I know that I can't just say them, because they are me. I am one of them but when will I accept it, being one of them?

I journey to the library now, after leaving the garden with the flowers in my hand but to make another stop, Lucians office.
The Alpha King, with three offices in total, comes here to his second one on Mondays to escape that crazy beginning of the week on the third floor where his main office is.

Granted the pack house is six stories tall, well the main building not talking about the buildings conjoined and that are hidden by magic, that can take you to a whole other place like the garden.

At first it was nerve wrecking to come see Lucian every Monday to do my chore, even though the time spent will be brief and quiet it still can make me pass out in a bundle of nerves.

He is not the easiest person, a very stoic man, but I found my way around that though no problem and I don't mind it, coming here all the time even stopping by now all the time instead of Mondays.

Not to clean though just to exchange the flowers and maybe small talk. Why? Because now I don't mind seeing him, it makes me happy and I know that's very bad for the bond that I have with him.
I thought that with my wolf dead, the bond will be, well dead as well, considering mates are tied mostly with that of our inner animals because they mate for life.

Now I'm just feeding into the bond, with the feeling it gives as I get to see him, be in the same room as him and it's bad.

When it comes to those of higher power, of any supernatural species, in respect of entering the room who must knock first and wait for permission, but not me I just walk right on in something I did since the very beginning.