-Helena-
I was in the kitchen with Wylder. I knew he had work to do, but I had insisted he come with me instead. He had truly helped me tonight, and I wanted to do something nice for him in return.
However, I nearly gave the lone wolves who worked there a heart attack as I began to cook for Wylder. They had offered to do it themselves, but I insisted on taking over as my way of showing gratitude.
He watched me with happy eyes, and perhaps a hint of admiration, as I cooked for him. It seemed he had no objections to me cooking, especially if it was just for him.
After I finished, I placed the meal in front of him, and after taking one bite, he exaggerated his reaction, making funny faces and sounds.
“Okay, it’s good, but not heavenly,” I chuckled, acknowledging that while I was decent a
