Chapter 236

Nell's smile was warm as she called out, "Alpha Theron, Matriarch, you must taste this-Miss Wren made these noodles herself."

Matriarch Vane and Mrs. Jory both turned their eyes toward Wren, affection shining in their gazes.

"Oh, my sweet cub, so thoughtful," the Matriarch chuckled, her voice carrying the gentle authority of an elder wolf. "I've always loved noodles, and with looks and scent like