Lucy’s POV
My mother, Melody Bells, the Queen of wolves was really anything but that in my eyes; never really acting like a stereotypical Queen. She carried herself with grace, that was sure, but during meetings and anything else having to do with ruling, she rarely spoke up unless something didn’t seem right to her. That same thing couldn’t be said in a kitchen though.
“Don’t put in the butter yet! The icing will go flat!” She was currently scolding one of the newer hires, the poor soul looking confused and slightly afraid as the Queen laid into her. “I thought you said you’d done this before?” She narrowed her eyes at the wolf as I got closer, the person hanging their head slightly.
“I mean… well… American buttercream. I’ve made American buttercream before.” They admitted.
My mother
