“Morning, Zarry.” Cyric pulled out a chair for me like the gentleman he was.
“Morning, Alpha.” I sat down and poured myself a cup of rich, dark coffee from the silver pot.
The dining table was loaded with enough food to feed half the pack. “There’s enough food to feed a football team. I should’ve asked Elsa to stay over last night.”
“Tavion asked the cook to prepare the breakfast especially for you,” Cyric said, watching me with fond eyes. “He says you’ve lost weight.”
“Remind me to thank Uncle Tavion later.” I looked at all the delicious options spread before me.
I was spoiled for choice, thick slabs of perfectly grilled venison with wild berry compote, fresh salmon cakes with dill cream sauce, hearty oatmeal topped with nuts and honey, scrambled eggs with herbs from our
