Chapter 6
“Everything will be forgiven,” I said simply, “if you tell me the fastest way to get pancakes into this starving teenager.”
“The fastest way?” Becky’s eyebrows rose and the sulfurous scent fled. “The fastest way is to go to the midnight breakfast Edward is organizing. But I’m not sure it’s the smartest thing to....”
“Who cares about smart? I want pancakes,” Kira interrupted, heading toward the door. “Midnight breakfast! I love being a wolf!”
And I could have stopped her forward motion. I probably should have too, given the way her usually sunny temperament seemed to be descending into demands and domineering at the drop of a hat. But, for once, Kira was smiling...and I was starting to get an idea of what caused the here-one-moment-gone-the-next scent of sulfur. So I didn’t ev
