Cara
Mauve is cooking up the steaks on the indoor grill we have in the kitchen, while I make the trays of eggs and the country gravy. I started on making the shredded hash browns when this woman came walking into the kitchen I have never seen before.
“What in goddess's name are you cooking?” She said.
“Excuse me, but who are you and why are you in my kitchen?” Mauve asked her while taking steaks off the grill and into the serving pan.
“I’m the future Luna here, and I demand to know why you are making this garbage!” She yelled.
I dropped my spatula, did she say she is the future luna? She isn’t Jace’s mate? Jace never said he had a chosen mate.
Mauve looked at me when I dropped the spatula but didn't say anything. Instead she addressed the screaming she-wolf in the kitchen.
“Ok, I st
