I blushed at Jonas' threat, so I decided to stop cleaning his wound and get up quickly.
"I'll prepare something to eat, go back to your room, and rest. I'll wait for them, and when they arrive, I'll call you," I said and started to walk.
"Don't tell my pack that I'm asleep. I'll go to them when I wake up," Jonas said while arranging to lie down on my bed.
My mind is divided over whether to yell at Jonas or just let him sleep in my bed, but in the end, I just let him do what he wanted to do. I went out and went straight to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.
"I'm sure everyone is hungry," I murmured as I looked at the contents of the refrigerator. There are vegetables, fruits, and meats that I can cook. But the problem is- I am not as good as my mother when it comes to the kitchen.
"Jonas said my mother wasn't hurt, so I'm sure she can cook when they arrived," I whispered and took out the ham for the sandwich I was going to make.
