After I was out of view I sat down underneath an old willow. There was no mistake, I had smelled Dad on that old housekeeper.

Dad had warned me to not stick around when I smell his scent on another werewolf so I got the fuck out of there fast. But why did I feel so bad about his sad eyes? I would have loved to stick around longer.

I shook my head. "Listen to Dad." I inwardly scolded myself. Dad was always right. Dad protected me. Without Dad… I didn't want to think about it.

I took a deep breath and got up. I had gotten what I needed and more, time to head home.

I glanced once more longingly towards the city and the nice stranger before heading back into the midnight forest. On my way back I noticed I didn't even know his name. If we ever meet again I will ask him, I promised myself.

Why did I even care about a stranger's name? What the fuck was wrong with me? I shook my head. At the secret entrance of the midnight forest I stripped and stuffed all my stuff into my backpack. I had to use force to shove everything in, as it was already quite full from all the groceries I bought and the snacks he had gifted me.

Involuntarily his picture appeared in my mind. Those gorgeous green eyes and this dark brown hair. Like ebony. I had to admit I did like his looks. And he even got little dimples when he smiled.

"Stop thinking about a random guy whose name you don’t even know." I scolded myself. What was wrong with me?

Now that I thought about it, I introduced myself but they never did.

“Fucking pack assholes think they are something better." I muttered. “Don’t need to introduce themselves to a rogue or be polite because they have a pack and their tongue so deep up their Alpha’s arse."

I pinched my finger on the zipper. “Ow." I cried out in pain and glared at the zipper.

“You better close or I will replace you as soon as Dad comes home." I growled at my bag. After threatening it, I somehow managed to close the zipper. I shifted. Carefully I grabbed the full back with my mouth and then I made my way back through the secret passage and the midnight forest all the way back to the cabin.

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Once inside I just slipped on my panties and then I stole a shirt from Dad. It was a soft, black silk shirt. Dad loved black silk. I missed him. The shirt had Dad’s dark smell. I closed my eyes and inhaled Dad’s scent.

I hoped Dad would come home soon. When he took too long I would start ‘nesting’. It was embarrassing, at last I found it embarrassing, Dad said it was normal given my circumstances.

‘Nesting’ meant I would involuntarily start gathering clothes that smell like Dad and would build me a safe space out of them. Like a bird building a nest.

It’s been two years since I last had a nesting episode and I would be very happy if I wouldn’t have one again. Especially since soon I would turn sixteen. After turning sixteen I would be able to find my mate.

The mate is according to other werewolves a gift given by the moon goddess, a soulmate. Someone made for you. Someone who will love and cherish you. Your destined soulmate. Your destiny.

Dad always laughs when he hears that.

According to Dad the moon goddess is a bitch and mates are her source of drama and breeding. Not the cute kind of breeding way, but the way humans breed dogs.

‘See, humans made pugs out of wolves, that is exactly what that goddess bitch does to you!’

Dad really hates the moon goddess. I think he hates gods in general, though. Every time we have been together in a human city he always spat at the church and his face looked very scary when he did that. I had also seen him destroying shrines other species use to worship their gods.

Sometimes I wondered, was he not afraid that one of the gods would want revenge?

I sighed. All I can think of at the moment is Dad. I start unpacking the groceries. At last tomorrow I will have a proper breakfast again.

A moment I just stood in the cabin, wondering what to do. Then I went outside and got some meat from our smoke chamber. I would later eat that with potatoes. Dad didn't eat meat. Which meant he had built the whole smoker chamber just for me. It had actually been a birthday present from him to me.

Not my real birthday, I didn't celebrate my real birthday, instead Dad and I celebrated the day he found me. I was more comfortable that way and Dad didn't care. As long as I was happy he was happy.

I sank down onto the huge comfortable sofa. It was so big, Dad and I could sleep on it together side by side - which we quite often did.

I opened one of the chips the guy had gifted me and watched the next episode of Wednesday. Maybe when I had watched the whole series I would watch Alice in Borderlands next. It looked interesting.