SERA
The kitchen was loud in the way only a kitchen feeding over three hundred wolves could be, steam was rising from every surface, voices overlapping each other, the smell of meat and broth was thick enough to be tasted. Elena moved around the kitchen like she'd been born to control chaos, directing people with short commands and gestures while Maya worked beside her, chopping vegetables with a focus that didn't hide the tension in her shoulders.
I'd come to help and Elena had handed me a knife and directed me towards a pile of vegetables without a word, which was exactly the kind of welcome I'd needed. No ceremony, no one stopping to stare at the Silver Blood, Just me working.
For a while it was almost peaceful.
"Sera," Elena's voice was low close to my ear and the way she said my n
