Elara’s POV
I woke up to the amazing smell of breakfast and sunlight spilling into my eyes. You’d think this house was normal if someone walked in right now.
I made my way downstairs and found a woman cooking bacon, eggs, and French toast. My hand immediately went to the silver knife coated in wolfsbane at my waist..I always keep a knife on me. I crept up behind her, pressing the blade just barely against her neck.
She froze.
“Who are you? And what are you doing in this house?” I whispered.
“S-sorry ma’am… I was sent here to cook your food,” she stammered.
“Who sent you?” I asked.
“A-alpha Dante,” she replied.
I let go and lowered the knife, spinning her around to face me. Her hands shot up defensively.
‘I haven’t seen her in training,’ Mel said. I didn’t recognize her either.
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