My Beast Of A Mate

Chapter 6: You Call That A Breakfast?

Trying to get into a writing groove, feel free to hit the star button if you enjoy this chapter! 

Also I only used google translate, so feel free to correct me for that part. 

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Harper Stewarts

Through bleary eyes I notice a wolf insistently nudging my arm. Still half asleep I drag my hand around the bedside table until it collides with my phone. Almost dropping the device on my face I manage to turn it on to check the time. When I realize how much I have slept in my body goes into panic mode. We're supposed to meet with Dr. Grant today. 

Slowly pieces from last night are coming back together. Viribus freaking out over my small cut, trying to figure out the password to his old phone, finally hearing and somewhat seeing Ronin for the first time, and hearing those— 

"What happened last night, why were there wolves howling?" Fully awake now I look at Viribus through open eyes. The daylight casts plenty of light in the room, enough for me to see flecks of red in his usually grey coat. "Wait, is that blood you have on you?" 

I crawl over so that I get a better look. Upon further inspection it is, in fact, blood. 

"What have you gotten yourself into?" I mutter under my breath unimpressed. 

Knowing that time is not going any slower I proceed with my morning routine. The large wolf trots silently beside me as we descend the stairs arriving at the threshold of the kitchen. 

"Good morning," As per usual Ana is standing in the kitchen preparing something.

"Morning," I smile back. Not wanting to burden her I go about making my own food.

"Morning Harper," Rafael's voice startled me as I didn't notice him sitting at the far end of the oversized table. 

I return pleasantries with him and continue toasting my slice of bread. Once I have some strawberry jam—which I found in the back of the fridge— spread on my toast, I join Rafael at the table. Before I can say anything I hear Ana disapprovingly 'tsking'.

"You call that a breakfast?" I watch her speedily bustle around the large cooking area. "You need more than that to begin your day. Haven't you heard that breakfast is the most important meal of the day? That skimpy piece of bread will get you through one eighth of a day at best. Here let me just fix you with..." She continues rambling and trails off muttering to herself. Seemingly in seconds she places deliciously smelling poached eggs on my plate. "Much better." She nods to herself.

"Are you ready for today?" Rafael is comfortably reclined in his chair with only specks of crumbs dusting his plate. 

"I think so," I take a bite of the eggs releasing a satisfied sigh. "I swear everything Ana makes tastes like heaven." 

Rafael chuckles. "Very true." 

Glancing down at the wolf sat partially behind me reminds me of my question. 

"Why were there wolves howling last night?" 

His once relaxed posture ever so slightly turns rigid. "Rogues."

My mouth forms an 'o'. "Is that why he has blood in his fur?" 

He follows where my hand is pointing and nods his head. "Yeah, there weren't too many so we dealt with them quickly. That," he gestures to the dark red tainting Viribus' coat, "is the rogue's blood, not his." 

Not liking the idea of blood and death I force a smile in acknowledgment. I silently finish the rest of my now hardy breakfast and get shooed out of the kitchen before I can even attempt to wash my dishes. I'm still trying to determine if Ana is a cook here or something—she clearly runs it.