Before Richard could hang up, Ivy spoke again, her voice across the phone remained calm as she gave him her condition for attending dinner.
"I'll come back to the pack house for dinner on one condition: I want a traditional family dinner cooked by Morgana's own hands." She said.
On the other end of the line, Richard paused, surprised by the request, before grunting his agreement.
And a smirk curved Ivy's lips as the line went dead.
Across town in the private wing of the central hospital, Morgana sat by Cain's bedside, watching her son groan in pain through thick layers of bandages and body casts. When her phone rang and Richard barked the order for her to return home immediately to cook a full dinner for Ivy, Morgana's blood boiled with pure rage.
"Cook for that wolfless b
