Caleb's POV:
"Milo and Elena... looks like they have known for years," Black said softly. He was right...
I just stood there and watched them, my heart full... content.
It was a feeling I had never had much in my life. Contentment... Right now, I was. The peace that lingered made me smile.
Elena leaning against the counter, a soft smear of flour still on the bridge of her nose. Milo perched on his chair like a king awaiting tribute, eyes locked on the cooling cookies as if they might escape if he blinked.
My chest felt… full.
It wasn't the aching, empty thing I’d carried for years. Not today.
I was happy, and iy made my wolf stretch lazily inside me, content, tail thumping like an i***t.
This. This was happiness.
"It is," Black agreed. "And it's not too difficult."
Elena caugh
