RYLAN'S POV
I stuffed my mouth with the leftover pieces of marble cake. Camilla bakes the best recipes, but this was out of the ordinary. I peeked a glance at Amara who had a vacant expression on her face.
“If you need more, be sure to help yourself with it,” she said, and started heading towards the door.
I swallowed the flavoured mash in my mouth. “Where are you going?” I asked after her.
She pulled out her jacket from the hanger at the corner of the kitchen. Amara gave me a stiff shrug, “Back to the pack house. Last I checked, I still work as a butler in the pack house.”
A pained look descended on my face. Prior to now, I wasn't quite aware of the stress my orders had plunged her into. My wolf whined inside of me, clawing at me.
My lips thinned. I shoved him to the back of m
