*Typhon*
The next morning I make my way down to the kitchen, before heading up to see my ‘guest’. I am going to get him to talk today if it kills me. This nonsense has gone on long enough.
When I reach the kitchen Hunter, who is kind of our resident cook, is busy stirring
something in a soup pot.
"Good morning, King Ty … Cerberus," He says with a grin.
‘I like him,’ My wolf says, ‘He always greets me too.’
“So that's what a normal voice sounds like,” I mutter. “I had nearly forgotten.”
He looks at me with that crooked little grin he has, “I beg your pardon?”
“No matter. Would you please boil some water for tea?” I sigh.
Another weird look. “More tea ?” He questions, “I thought you preferred coffee. But I guess it’s for your little Alpha. I hear he is a cutie.”
“I do. But today I might want tea”. I make an annoyed face. “Okay, it’s for Jonas too, I need to get him to talk and he has coughed his throat raw”.