♠ SYLVARA ♠
There were some food supplies left in the house, so I decided to make something different. I didn’t even realize I was supposed to make breakfast, but after what we went through this morning, I wanted to treat myself — and maybe the Alpha — to something special. Pasta.
I didn’t grow up with luxury like other kids. I learned to cook because I had to, though I rarely did it. Still, cooking gave me peace.
I started with flour and eggs, kneading until the dough felt soft and alive under my hands. The ragù simmered low on the stove, filling the air with the deep scent of garlic, herbs, and slow-cooked meat. My wolf side stirred, hungry but calm — soothed by the rhythm of the kitchen.
When the tagliatelle finally met the sauce, it wasn’t just food — it was a little piece of home
