Dinner With The Parents

“Catherine, dear.” I hear my mother call from the kitchen and I hurry out of my room. I run down the stairs, skipping a few at the end.

“Jake is here,” she says with wide eyes and a smile. I chuckle at her reaction as I make my way to the door.

“Thanks,” I say over my shoulder before opening the door. I shudder at the coldness nipping at my nose and cheeks. I wrap my arms around me and watch Jake parking in our driveway. I run to the car, careful not to trip over my feet.

Jake has barely gotten out of the car before I throw my arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. He laughs into the embrace, picking me up to give me a tight hug.

“Hi,” I whisper into the embrace. He puts me down slowly and pulls back.

“Hi. I missed you,” he says, holding his hand out for me to take. I smile at him and take his hand.

“Did you get what you guys were looking for today?” Jake and some of the other pack members had to skip school to find something about hunters or something along those lines. He was no