***Ella***
It had been a dramatic first week of the Easter break at the pack. A few days had passed since the attack on Wellow Forest, and the survivors, now fully recovered, were eager to return to their pack house to assess the damage.
At seven o’clock on Saturday morning, Leo, Stephen, and a group of men from the pack were preparing to accompany them. Meanwhile, I was enjoying another delicious breakfast cooked by Austin. It still amazed me how skilled he was, considering his many other commitments. But I was equally glad he had something he genuinely loved, something unrelated to leadership or pack responsibilities. This morning’s meal was eggs royale, and to my surprise, I was starting to enjoy smoked salmon.
"Thoughts?" he asks, as if he hadn’t just heard the assortment of satisfi
