Chapter Twenty One

Kayla's POV

I didn't realise how hungry I was until I started eating. The soup was an explosion of flavour. Casper did what he could with the tools he had but we mostly ate roasted rabbit and deer with whatever veg he could forage or steal, all cooked over a roaring fire and served on a hand-carved wooden plate to be eaten with our fingers. And before Casper, I lived off whatever cold scraps Alpha Patrick and his family left me.

"What's in this?" I asked pouring the final spoon into my mouth trying to guess what the unfamiliar flavors could be. 

"Beef and vegetables," Maddox shrugged, scraping his crispy bread roll off the side of his bowl and mopping up the final dregs of soup.

"But what veg?" I tried again. 

"Carrots, onions, celery, potato, garlic and um, whatever I found in the fridge really."

"It's amazing."

"It's soup," he frowned. "I've been distracted lately so when it was my tu