-Rachel-
The next morning, we go to the packhouse to have breakfast and Chris is already at the table. He gets up when he sees us coming in. "Good morning." He says, and he takes me in his arms.
"Good morning Chris." I say.
"What can I get for you? You have to have a good breakfast, Luna." He says. "I want some pancakes." I answer and he takes a plate and fills it with pancakes and pours syrup over it and some chocolate flakes. He knows exactly what I like and I like to see that, of all alphas, I always have the idea that he pays the least attention to me, that he knows the least about me. But that's not true.
When I finish my pancakes, we leave and Chris takes my hand. Hand in hand, we walk to the edge of the forest where he grabs a large backpack. "Do you want to put it on?" he asks
