Cara
Mauve is cooking the steaks on the indoor grill we have in the kitchen while I prepare the trays of eggs and country gravy. I started making the shredded hash browns when a woman I had never seen before walked into the kitchen.
“What in the goddess's name are you cooking?” she asked.
“Excuse me, but who are you, and why are you in my kitchen?” Mauve replied, taking the steaks off the grill and placing them into a serving pan.
“I’m the future Luna here, and I demand to know why you are making this garbage!” she yelled.
I dropped my spatula. Did she say she’s the future Luna? She isn’t Jace’s mate? Jace never mentioned he had a chosen mate.
Mauve looked at me when I dropped the spatula but didn't say anything. Instead, she addressed the screaming she-wolf in the kitchen.
“Okay, I
