Aria's POV
Truth be told, I was a picky eater. Always had been. Growing up at my grandmother's house, I'd often been teased about my finicky tastes. My grandmother, Kate Osbourne was a respected Elder in my pack, The Moonshadow pack.
She had always found my tastes amusing, even if I didn't at the time. She'd pinch my ear playfully and call me a "little food snob," but even in those moments, I knew she was just trying to make me laugh.
And I did laugh, though I often stormed off, huffing about some meal I refused to eat. But then, always, Kate would emerge from the kitchen, a plate of tomato dishes in hand, just for me.
They were always sweet and sour, a mixture of flavors that I couldn't resist. Even in my bratty moods, I would eat them with gusto, savoring every bite.
But then the
