Chloe’s pov
Alma knocked twice and let herself in before I could answer, a tray balanced against her forearm, two rolls still steaming from the oven.
"I thought you could use a little sweetness." She nudged the door shut behind her with her hip. "Honey-walnut. Both packs claim they invented the recipe, though I've never met a Twilight wolf who could make them properly."
"I know these." My voice came out smaller than I meant it to, my eyes already fixed on the tray like it might disappear if I looked away.
Alma set it down on the small table by the window and settled into the chair across from me, watching with open curiosity as I reached for one without waiting for an invitation. The second the warm bread hit my tongue, honey and butter and the rough bite of walnut all at once, I wasn'
