Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Darius steadily and professionally minced garlic on his board. He was making a complicated dish for Nicholai to eat as soon as the mate got back from the battle. Nicholai was not big on eating more than ever, but he would spoil his tummy just to consume an entire pot of soup or a casserole Darius made for him.
Just days ago, Nicholai didn't even share the cheesy crack chicken casserole with anyone—not even with the pups. They ended up demanding another food.
A smile curled Darius's lips for a moment. Remembering their pseudo-peaceful days made him happy, despite the stressful situation. He really loved to think that after this battle, everything would be the way he hoped it would be for once. No bitch werewolf-witch to think about…
