The evening found Astor tired and drenched in sweat. He had taken a quick shower, hearing his stomach growl from hunger before he got dressed and headed to the living room. Niss had mentioned that she was going to cook and indeed the moment he stepped downstairs he could smell the food, the spices and almost all of the ingredients. His sense of smell had always been strong, even for a werewolf and sometimes his mother used to joke that one day he would be able to detect lies.
As he entered the living room he found Ren sitting on the couch, his legs crossed while a folder rested on his lap. He was reading something, flipping the pages carefully and Astor, not wanting to bother him curled up in one of the armchairs, bringing his knees to his chest and hugging them, observing the Alpha while he worked.
