Forty-Two

Kaylee's P.O.V.

Every day for the past week, Parker was out before dawn, working and training the pack. I started helping in the dining hall during the days to pass the time and contribute to the pack that was about to go to war for me. It didn't escape my notice that several members of the pack refused to be served by me. They also didn't want me touching anything they had touched, as if they thought I would be able to see anything I wanted from touching the same surface.

Before the shit hit the fan, it had taken several times of bumping into people before I had the information I wanted. I couldn't just touch the table they were eating at and see all of their fears and secrets. It made clean-up easier as those members made sure to throw away their own trash though.

Betsy, the older woman who ran the dining hall, picked up on it as well and moved me into the kitchen to help cook the food. It was a skill that I had to master quickly as hungry wolves were angry wolves, especially aft