Fifteen

CJ

I whistled loudly to myself, feeling lighthearted that my daughter Mariselle was coming over. Her last episode was quite dangerous, and I needed her to visit to administer her medication that would help tame her wolf.

Whenever her period fell during the end of the month, it made her restless and more aggressive, so we had taken measures to prevent it with a mild tranquilizing wolfsbane that only affected the wolf and weakened it.

I was taking out thick fillets from the refrigerator when my third member reminded me that Mariselle and Lenora were best friends, and there was every possibility of Lenora coming here to see her.

Now that was something.

Thoughts of Lenora made a lusty feeling of warmth steal over me and the bulge in my pants ached with longing.

I grimaced at my foolishness, gathering my ingredients: olive oil, salt, black pepper, and garlic powder while I preheated the pan on the stove. The smell of tomato sauce filled the kitchen, then I took a knife and began to careful