CAELIN POV
Martha had cooked for me.
That was the only thing in my head for a solid minute after we sat at her kitchen table.
Not the fact that she was still furious.
Not the fact that I had to explain the entire werewolf-mate-Fluffy disaster without making myself sound like a supernatural stalker with attachment issues, even though, technically, the evidence was not in my favor.
Not even the fact that MrBigshot was sitting on the counter like a small, furry executioner waiting for the first sign of weakness.
Martha had cooked for me.
‘For us,’ Oliver corrected, sounding so pleased I could almost feel his tail wagging inside my skull.
Absolutely not.
There would be no tail wagging.
We were in trouble.
We were facing consequences.
We were one bad sentence away from being thrown
