<i>They don’t hate you. They really liked those cookies. </i>Saoirse thought to herself as she watched the pack enjoy the celebration.<i>Just because you are the cook it doesn’t mean that you have to cook every time.</i>She kept her head down trying to avoid eye contact from the other members. Up until a few days ago, she had been the cook’s assistant but when she decided to retire to spend more time with her grandkids, the responsibility fell to Saoirse. A firm hand plopped down on her head ruffling her hair as they walk by without a word. This was a common occurrence for her. Being as short and thin as she was at twenty, she was still treated like she was a child. Saoirse sighed and looked towards the new Alpha and Luna. They looked like Gods to her, she compared herself to the new Luna and felt like she was lacking something in herself. What was it about them that she did not have? Then it struck her. They were confident and authoritative. Something Saoirse had never felt in her life.<br/><br/>She watched the families talk and laugh and wished she could join in. Her parents had died when she was very young, and she was raised by the pack but always felt a little lonely. Before coming to this pack her parents had belonged to another, but she didn’t know which one, so this was home. Many times, she had thought about trying to find her original pack, thinking she would have some other family, but never did. She owed her life to them and despite the teasing about her small stature, loved them dearly.<br/><br/>The buzz around the celebration about the run made her nervous. Could she keep up? Even in wolf form she was still tiny and always had to work extra hard to stay with the pack. She wanted to ask if she could just stay behind and get a start on the cleaning but thought it might be taken as an insult. For now, she would focus on making sure everyone had something to drink and was happy. Tomorrow would be a long day, as she had to find a way to install that new distillery that was requested.