Daphne
“Wait, you are serious?” Bella looked at me with wide-eyed incredulity. “You want to learn to cook?”
“Well yeah,” I looked around the kitchen, the one room of the pack house I had always avoided. I loved to eat, but I’d never been one to cook. My idea of cooking was pouring a bowl of cereal or slapping together a sandwich. Luckily for me, I’d always had someone to cook for me, whether it was my own sweet mama, or the Beta’s wife Hailey, who had been like a second mother to me after my mama had passed, and then Bella, who was a true magician in the kitchen. “Maybe we could start with something simple, you know? Like rice? Or, um, potatoes?”
She propped her hands on her hips and gave me a look, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain roommate of yours, would it?”
I felt
