Seraphine hadn't stepped into a kitchen to cook ever since she walked away from the pack, not once, not even out of necessity, because she had long since cut herself off from anything that reminded her of that life, yet here she was now, standing in front of a stove, making pancakes like nothing had changed, like the past hadn't carved deep lines through everything she used to be.
The moment she arrived earlier, she didn't waste time, handing Bryan over to the maids with clear instructions to get him settled into one of the rooms, her focus already locked on stabilizing him before anything else. What she hadn't expected, though, was the setup inside the house.
There were two rooms prepared for children.
One designed for a boy, the other for a girl.
Bryan's reaction had been immediate the second he saw the boy's room, his eyes lighting up with excitement that almost made it hard to believe how weak he had looked just minutes before.
