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I am glaring at Robert who is smiling at me. He sits across from me at the breakfast table. Their breakfast table. Leon insisted I stay and eat so my fellow hunters wouldn't get suspicious of my weakened state. I was still recovering from the blood loss and trauma. It's 7 a.m. I need to be back by eight. A plate of eggs, bacon, and fruit sit in-front of me. Carmella, a petite wolf girl, had prepared it for me. I had smiled shortly and said a genuine thank you. I was still nervous. Robert had joined us only a moment ago, striding in with a scowl, then spotted me and snickered, glancing at a tense Leon and saying, "Do my eyes deceive me? Is Hanna Marshall, infamous wolf hunter, enjoying a hot meal in our kitchen?" Carmella tried to hide a smile. Leon stood next to me, arms crossed, sayi