I watched as my messages were quickly read, the “seen” icon showing up underneath my last message, but no more messages came in. Much like Caspar, he usually kept it at that if nothing more could be said. I pocketed my phone with a heavy sigh. Feeling exhausted before lunch had even been served for the day. I walked down to the kitchen, helping my mother with the cooking as I had nothing better to do. My father had gone off to do some business or other, leaving me alone with mom for the next couple of hours. We began playing around in the kitchen, flicking some scraps of onion peels and carrot ends at each other. I managed to flick a piece of bell pepper in her hair, making her shove a stray onion peel down the back of my shirt. We called it truce after that, the feeling of the peel like a small snail as it went down my back, making me yelp in disgust. We ate together, and after doing the dishes and packing some extra boxed lunches for tomorrow, we bundled into the sofa, watching some series on the TV before dad would come home and change the channel to watch some hockey game. 

- I hope he’s not pushing you too hard darling.

- Oh no mom, it’s fine. Well I’m not gonna lie, the training is intense, but I know it’s good for me in the end.

- Good. It will be much easier for you once you can control your wolf better. Your father is hoping you will within the year. He sees great potential in you.

- Really? He said that?

- Yeah. I know he doesn’t say much to you about it, but he’s really proud of you, you know?

- Thanks mom. I know, he’s a man of few words and all. 

She let her hands card through my hair, as I leaned against her shoulder. I could hear her quiet laugh as she held me tighter in her arms. I let my eyes shut, the exhaustion since the night before and dad’s intense workout from earlier, made it impossible to stay awake. I fell asleep moments later, my mother’s warmth and sweet voice by my side, quietly humming the melody from the commercial currently on the TV.