Chapter 250

Elodie’s POV

The transition from the quiet sanctuary of Kiernan’s room to the high-energy chaos of the Vance kitchen was like stepping from a soft dream into a loud, bright reality.

The smell of bacon grease and over-caffeinated wolves hit us before we even reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I’m telling you, Jaxon, the heat distribution on a cast-iron skillet is a science, not a suggestion!" Felt