KARAThe aromatic fragrance of roast beef and mashed potatoes reminded me of home. It brought on a sense of nostalgia I hadn’t expected once I began working in the kitchen—boiling potatoes and marinating meat—while Miles slept soundlessly upstairs. It reminded me of every moment I spent in my pack house kitchen with the other she-wolves, watching them, learning from them as they prepared meals for the many wolves that resided in the large home. Each meal was prepped with love, care, and the skill I lacked. That was why I almost burnt the mashed potatoes and the roast beef. I was fortunate enough to have a village of teachers behind me so I managed to recover from my mishap, saving the dinner I made. It really did take a village to raise a kid. Or perhaps my parents were preoccupied with other endeavours. Either way, cooking for Miles had brought to light the bone-deep appreciation I had for the women in my pack. For the ones who sat with me, took care of me, taught me. An ache sett
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