The morning sunlight streamed through the mansion's large windows as Ethan stepped out of his room, stretching and letting out a soft yawn.
The house was quiet, save for the faint sounds of movement from the kitchen. Heading downstairs, he found the dining table set with fresh bread, eggs, and coffee. Mia was there, sipping her drink and flipping through a book.
"Good morning," Ethan greeted, pulling out a chair.
Mia glanced up and smiled. "Morning. Sleep okay?"
"Yeah, I did," Ethan replied as he filled his plate. "What about you?"
"Not bad," she said with a shrug. "Any plans today?"
Ethan thought for a moment. "I was planning to check on the werewolves this morning, make sure they're healing properly. After that… we'll see."
Mia nodded. "Good luck with them."