Twenty

Venus woke up to the sun glinting through the windows, lazily she opened one eye while yawning and rubbing the other, stretching lightly, she felt like she had been ran over by a truck.

Just then there was a knock on the door and the packhouse cook, Elsa, a wonderful lady in her 50s, peeked through the door and smiled warmly at Venus.

"Good morning darling, how are you feeling?" She asked, patting Venus's cheek in a motherly way.

"I'm good Elsa thank you," Venus said smiling.

"Well darling go freshen up and get ready, I've cooked breakfast for you, come down then before it gets cold," Elsa said.

"Wheres Dante?" Venus asked

"Oh the alpha had some meetings to attend to, he told me to make you breakfast and make sure you have it to fix your disposition from last night," Elsa said, walking out of the room.

Venus then freshened up and wore blue shorts and a soft colored yellow tee.

She then had her breakfast and went to grab a book to read, as she sat in the living room with a warm mug of