Chapter Forty-Four

Sophia’s POV

My first dinner with the pack went better than anticipated. Mr Fulch actually left the kitchen to personally bring me his famous boeuf bourguignon, creamy, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, griddled tender stem broccoli and honey butter savoy cabbage.

He never even left his post at the enormous industrial range cooker to serve Zaine, so the side eye and raised eyebrows from the rest of the table were to be expected. This meal is the one that would have me salivating like a rabid beast every time it was on the menu. The sweet, pungent aroma of the roasted garlic would linger for days after, and the fall apart tender chunks of beef would feature in my dreams every night for a week.

Hours of love and care go into this meal, and it is usually only served for special occasions, cooking for hundreds of ravenous men and women and serving up something so tantalisingly indulgent, is no easy feat. I got to taste it once in my life, the yule after my parents were killed. Mrs Fulch i