~There's Something About Daphne~

EIRA

Breakfast has always been something I enjoyed. It was one of the few quiet moments in the day before the pack started pulling me in twenty different directions.

But this particular morning, I kept poking at my scrambled eggs instead of eating them.

Elrich noticed immediately. He always did.

He tapped his spoon lightly against his bowl. “Why are you picking at your food?”

I sighed and pushed the plate a little farther from me. “I don’t ...