Elena's POV
I remember when I first met him. He was only twenty-two, but he'd constantly lecture me about eating right and getting enough sleep. Back then, I used to wonder if there was some retired old pack elder sitting on the other side of the screen.
But I was grateful for the thoughtfulness. In the real world, nobody gave a damn if I was full or if I'd slept a wink.
Feeling a warm glow in my chest, I typed back, "Yes, sir. I'm heading to breakfast now. You better eat, too."
Once it sent, I couldn't stop myself from grinning like an i***t at the screen.
"Ahem." An awkward cough broke the silence.
I jerked upright and looked up. Zander had come out of the study when I wasn't looking, and he was watching me with a suspicious look on his face.
He definitely caught me looking like a
