Tali's POV
The cars are pulling up outside the house at a little after six-thirty, but I'm done. I've cooked breakfast for the pack. And as someone who has approximately zero experience cooking breakfast for even one person, let alone for ten or more, it's gone about as well as I'd expected it to go. Which is to say, not well at all.
As I take in the devastation in the sink, the eggshells on the counter, bacon grease on the back-splash, six different pans in the sink, I feel a presence come up behind me.
"You weren't kidding about not being able to cook, were you?" a voice says with a low whistle.
To no one's surprise, it's Dayne.
Spinning around, I find him eyeing the total annihilation of his kitchen and start backing away as I wait for the inevitable explosion.
Lazily, he reaches
