*Typhon*
When I come down for breakfast in the morning I find a feast the likes of which I have not seen since being kicked out of my pack. My morning meal usually consists of a platter of fried eggs, a slice or two of ham, and some cold toast. Those items are all in evidence, but they are accompanied by roast beef, fresh fruit and a variety of pastries and tarts that boggles the mind.
Hunter has clearly found new culinary inspiration, and I have no doubt that his name is Jonas Whitepaw.
‘He better not have eyes for our … Jonas, ’ Cerberus growls.
‘Eyes for?’ I ask, ‘Also he is not our … Jonas. Also Hunter is straight. ’
‘So is his wolf … His female wolf,’ Cerberus reminds me.
I resolve not to let myself grow irritated at the way our cook is clearly playing
