For the next couple of hours, we completed each of his homework assignments and got a little studying done. I was amazed at the amount of work they assigned a 7-year-old, but I suppose it’s a little different for werewolf students.
As the sun set a maid walked into the parlor with a faint smile as she looked down at Matt.
“The cooks have prepared your supper, Master Matthew,” she said to him. “You can come to the kitchen whenever you are ready.”
Matt pouted and then looked up at me.
“Can you join me for dinner?” He asked.
I was surprised by the dinner request and my brows shot upward to my hairline.
“You want to have dinner with me?” I asked.
“There’s plenty of food for you as well, Madam,” the maid added, a wide grin on her face.
I looked back at Matt for confirmation, and
