Leia’s POV
The pack house kitchen was already busy when I stepped in. Apparently, today was the day Princess Sharon decided we should eat along with other pack members, no more private dinners. I happened to be one of her chosen “chefs” for the night. Her audacity! She really was determined to make me feel like nothing but just a maid while she looked like a respectable Luna.
Large pots simmered over the stoves, the scent of roasted meat and spices filling the air. A few kitchen staff moved about quickly, preparing dishes for what I immediately realized was not an ordinary meal. My steps slowed slightly as that realization settled in.
We had not dined publicly in months, almost a year. Ever since Lionel’s death, Sharon had insisted that meals be taken privately to “help her heal.” Pete
