Cleo
I was downstairs in the kitchen preparing breakfast when I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.
A moment later, Ava and Eric appeared.
I didn’t even need to look at Eric to know what was coming.
“So… what’s for breakfast?” he asked, his voice filled with far too much enthusiasm for someone who had only just woken up.
I rolled my eyes. Eric was always hungry. I was beginning to think his stomach had its own wolf.
“Bacon, breakfast sausages, toast and eggs,” I said, flipping the bacon. “And I’m making pancakes.”
“Oh, yum.”
Eric practically melted against the kitchen bench, watching me cook as though I were preparing a feast fit for an Alpha.
Ava burst out laughing.
“Do you think you’ll ever learn how to cook?”
Eric looked genuinely offended.
“Why
