Chapter 9-02

　　 　　 　　 　　 　　 　　"Yeah, I'm fine. How was your day?" 　　He picked up the pot and carried it to the sink to dump the water out. "It was stressful," he muttered. 　　"What happened?" I asked curiously. 　　"Same thing that's happening to the other packs," he responded placing the pot back on the stove and turned to face me. 　　He stared at me for a moment before turning back around and poured Alfredo sauce that he made over the pasta. He stirred it in before adding some other stuff. I couldn't cook so I didn't know the names of anything. 　　He placed a plate in front of me. "Mom is out with Peyton so we don't need to save anything for her," he told me as he filled a plate for Preston and himself. 　　A few seconds later, Preston walked in, his hair messy as if he had just woken up from a nap. 　　He took a seat next to me muttering something und