Chapter 26: Cooking Skills

The evening breeze gently caressed our faces as Lucian and I stood atop the rooftop, overlooking the sprawling landscape of our pack's base. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow upon the world below. It was a moment of tranquility, a respite from the turmoil that had consumed me earlier.

"I heard that you had an argument with Loraine," Lucian's voice broke the stillness, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. His words held a hint of concern, a desire to understand the events that had transpired in his absence.

Surprised, I turned to face him, my eyes searching his face for any signs of judgment or disapproval. To my relief, his expression remained calm and understanding.

"Who told you?" I inquired, curiosity tinged with a touch of caution. I had not expected our disagreement to reach the ears of others, especially not so quickly.

Lucian's lips curled into a small smile, his eyes holding a glimmer of amusement. "A maid saw it," he replied, his voice filled with a mixt