Thank God I don't have to sneak around this ship anymore. Do you know how hard it is to walk through the Ark with a basket of muffins without anyone noticing. There is only one entry point to get inside the Ark and that was the ramp. The Staff would have that ramp and door available for delivery. Early in the morning there would be a trail of delivery trucks full to the brim of fresh food and ingredients. I'd just slip myself through the train line and sneak on up to the Were-King's bedroom and leave him a basket of freshly baked muffins. Each day I'd give him a different kind of muffin. I'd make apple-cinnamon, banana, blueberry, chocolate chip, honey, morning glory, pumpkin and cream cheese, apple pecan, sweet potato, and so much more! I couldn't believe how well this was working out for me! I mean the delivery men mistook me as a staff member and members of the staff mistook me as party of the delivery food service. It was fantastic you know. It was all good until his guard dog sniffed me out.

You know I have to admit I'm not one to scare so easily, but that woman was not very friendly the first time we met. I mean here was curly haired woman with wicked claw marks over her face, charging right up towards me with fire in her eyes. Next thing I know my body is slammed up against the banister, my arms forcefully spread open, the wolf holding me there like I was going to be the next Jesus Christ. Unable to even move from my position I had to listen to that girl berate me and scream. You would have thought she would have raised the dead with her screaming, and yet there were no zombies or ghosts to be seen! Hell, Tetradore didn't even come out of his bedroom to tell her to shut up. After explaining to the werewolf that I was not going to poison or kill her Alpha everything was okay...sort of. I mean I couldn't sneak around the Ark anymore to give the man a basket of harmless muffins. No, I was greeted with a very tense glare and declared to present my basket of muffins for her to test. When I asked her what would happen if I did happen to poison a muffin and she ate it, she answered sharply that her mate would deal with me. Not sure who her mate was. Whatever nut-job wanted her for a mate clearly was a nut-job himself, and I didn't need to meet them.

After months of having to deal with this particular treatment that wolf finally warmed up to me, and in a small way, I warmed up to her too. Instead of having to buy my own baskets she had the basket waiting for me to place the muffins in. After the muffins were devoured she would take the basket out of him room and store it in the kitchen, until the next day. When I was running late at times she would actually bake some muffins while I hurried off to work. She even gave me a book of different muffin recipes to try and gave me a few tips on baking to make it better. That wolf wasn't too bad. It's been over a year now and I have yet to be caught by him. I didn't have to make him muffins. I don't know why I felt obligated to. He's not my Alpha and he isn't anything to me. I guess I just wanted to do something nice. Today's my day off and as soon as I'm done dropping these muffins off in his room I'll head on over to the other side of town to do, well, whatever I wish to do.

First thing first though is to place these freshly baked muffins in his room. Today I made Bailey's and Chocolate muffins, because you know, sometimes having a bit of Baileys makes a morning so much better! Grabbing the basket off the bar countertop and giving the wolf girl a friendly wave, I place those muffins in the basket, and make my way up the stairs and towards the Were-King's bedroom. As usual the man is sound asleep and it looks like he is sleeping pretty peacefully. At times when he is tossing and turning I just sit on the edge of the bed and place my hand through his hair, and that seems to calm him down a bit. Of course I can't stay for too long, because I have to get to the café for work. Since he is sleeping so soundly I sneak my way over towards the table at his bedside, gently placing the basket full of muffins, not even giving his bed a second look â€" because the Were-King was fast asleep.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable