“What do you mean?” I asked, helping her move the cake onto the table when she seemed to struggle and getting a kiss on the cheek making it worth the effort.
“Normally I was just ordered to make something” she shrugged, my hands going to the edge of the table to calm my anger while Jake looked horrified. I forgot he like the pack weren’t filled in with what sort of life Feya had come from, but I wasn’t going to tell them until she was ready. So with that on my mind I subtly shook my head at him, silently warning him not to comment.
Taking a seat at the table I found I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my mate as she seemed to continue pulling things out of the oven every time a timer went off, it was impressive to say the least since everything seemed to be different but smell just as good
