Priscilla's POV
We had all gathered at the lounge for breakfast. Casandra was in a way calm and funny, not one you'd envision to challenge a Dark Alpha. Imagine her obtaining permission to use the restroom, I would not necessarily blame her though, I understand she is just getting used to this Pack and does not want to offend anybody whilst settling down though I would very much prefer if she'd start seeing me as her mother already.
The aroma of the chicken noodle soup has permeated the whole air and should be enough to draw Casandra out of her room. She should be done by now. The mothering nature in me urges me to go check up on her but I want to give her the same respect she gives to me. So I sit there observing my Pack members enjoying the meal together. This is the second serving and
