Chloe’s Point of View
The smell of bacon, egg, fresh coffee and toasted bread fills the kitchen, making it feel warm and comforting. Zayde hums softly as he moves around the stove like he has done it a hundred times before. I sit at the island, watching him with my chin propped in my hand and a small smile tugging at my lips.
I can’t remember the last time I felt so calm.
It is strange and beautiful and a little bit overwhelming.
He slides a plate in front of me with a proud little smile on his face. Eggs, toast, fruit, and bacon.
“For you and the little wolf.”
He grins, and I laugh, already reaching for a piece of bacon.
“This looks amazing. Are you sure you didn’t secretly train at a culinary academy?”
“Please.”
He scoffs, before grabbing his own plate and sitting down next t
