"Rain, you got to get used to this new life. And quit eating the raw sausages!" yelled Madison.

　　The raw sausages that were now half-eaten dropped from my mouth. I could feel them, the wetness of them as they fall to my bare feet. My eyes never left the alpha as they did nor did his, as he held two bags of groceries in his hand.

　　I was frozen by his unexpected present.

　　"My sausages!" Madison run to the pot smelling they had been ...