Chapter Seventeen
[Iodine's POV]
I arrived downstairs in the kitchen to the wonderful vanilla smell of pancakes. I liked having breakfast in the kitchen rather than the dining room come ballroom, it was too formal for breakfast. The pancake rule was implemented by my father when I was younger, and starting to train to be the Alpha once the Moon Goddess identified me as the heir. If I had to be woken prior to six am to fit in training before school, he or Wesley would make pancakes.
I preferred Wesley's, as he made them crepe style and sliced up plenty of fruit so that I could pretty much make a fruit burrito out of it. Phoebe and Cyrus were already making a mess on the table and floor with their fruit and crepe covered plates. Leon was nursing a coffee, and I swear Wesley knew exactly w
