Greg and Anton

Anton made his way to the kitchen and tried not to growl at the people he met. This was his pack, it wasn't their fault he'd hardly seen Greg at all over the last few days. Actually, it was. Greg had spent days cooking and baking and getting everything ready for Christmas and he wouldn't have had to if none of these other people were here.

Maybe that wasn't fair of him, but he didn't care. It had been days since he'd had a bite of his favorite Chef.

There were a half dozen people in the kitchen...