"Wake up, sleepyhead."

A low feminine growl came from beneath the covers.

"Madayah cooked breakfast and I need food to keep up my strength."

Two green eyes peered from beneath the blanket. "There's nothing wrong with your strength."

"You say that now, but I've been listening to my stomach growl for an hour and I need food."

"You could have gone to the kitchen without me."

"And face my pack alone? Not happening, your highness."

"Just ...