TREVOR
I was standing near the housing of the village. I lost counts how many times I cursed at myself because of thinking it was a good idea to visit the pack members. But here I was, among the crowd, trying to look important, listening to their issues and finding solutions.
When I arrived, some of them were gathered in front of a bakery and fighting. The issue? It wasn't a treason or a territorial fight. Today, someone had stolen the honeycakes from the festival. The honeycakes.
"Alpha! Someone took them from my bakery about an hour ago!" The baker shouted, flour still clinging to his arms.
Well, the bakery… it was right behind him. It was messy, flours on counters and floors. I wouldn't even accept it as a damn present let alone stealing it.
Burying my thoughts, I raised a brow. "Someone stole… honeycakes?"
"Yes! My special batch! They were for the festival!" He wailed. "Do you have any idea how long it takes to perfect honeycakes?"
