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The kitchen buzzed with activity as we stepped in. A few older women were hard at work, their eyes flicking our way before they bowed their heads.
"Luna..." they murmured, like a soft breeze through grass.
Haera's hand slipped from my arm, her eyes darting to mine. "Ladies, this place smells like heaven!" she exclaimed. "Your cooking always leaves me stuffed but craving more. Dark's one lucky alpha to have such talented cooks in his pack." Her words were honey-sweet, and I watched the women puff up like proud peacocks.
Snagging an apple from a nearby basket, Haera polished it on her shirt. "Dawn," she said, her voice matter-of-fact, "I can smell your heat coming. First time, right?" Her bluntness made my cheeks flame up.
I snuck a glance at the other wome
