CHAPTER 21

  *Typhon*

  When I come down for breakfast in the morning I find a feast the likes of which I have not seen since being kicked out of my pack. My morning meal usually consists of a platter of fried eggs, a slice or two of ham, and some cold toast. Those items are all in evidence, but they are accompanied by roast beef, fresh fruit and a variety of pastries and tarts that boggles the mind.

  Hunter has clearly found new culinary inspiration, and I have no doubt that his name is Jonas Whitepaw.

  ‘He better not have eyes for our … Jonas, ’ Cerberus growls.

  ‘Eyes for?’ I ask, ‘Also he is not our … Jonas. Also Hunter is straight. ’

  ‘So is his wolf … His female wolf,’ Cerberus reminds me.

  I resolve not to let myself grow irritated at the way our cook is clearly playing favorites and instead decide simply to fill my plate and enjoy the bounty. I am munching on the most delicious strawberry tart when Fire Moon strolls into the room.