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I realize I didn’t check the refrigerator last night, but there should be plenty of bacon left. Silas has been cooking more complete meals recently, but I made him promise to buy extra meats for the holiday. I want at least one day where I get to load up on protein and pretend veggies don’t exist, like the old days. It’s the only thing I have to complain about now, really, and it’s nothing. Rachel’s presence has been good for our collective health, and I wouldn’t actually care if there were harder adjustments to be made.
I’d do anything to accommodate our mate.
Even if it involves getting used to having some salad every night for the rest of my life.
I hope I showed her that this morning. It was nice to give her a pleasurable shock after she gave me one in waking me up the way she did. If it hasn’t quite sunk in yet, I know it will later.
“I want toast covered in butter, too, and a cup of coffee,” Carter says as I lead him into the kitchen.
“Well, you know where the toaster is,” I tell him. “Why coffee?”
He never drinks the stuff. I do, sometimes. So does Silas.
I don’t think Carter’s ever had it. At least, not in front of me.
“I stayed up all night waiting for Rachel to get home,” he admits. “I didn’t know it would almost be 5 A.M. by the time they got back, and she wouldn’t get out of bed for a few more hours after that.”
“That was a little bit unexpected,” I murmur.
“Kind of understandable though,” Carter says as he picks up the bread and unwraps it.
“Because it’s Christmas?”
“Because of the whole thing with the ghost …” he starts, trailing off with a guilty expression on his face. “Wait. Silas didn’t tell you about that, did he?”
“What thing with what ghost?” I ask, holding back the hint of annoyance I feel over missing something important. “Is this why Silas ran off the other night? A ghost told him something?”
Carter sighs. “He should really tell you himself, but I know he won’t.”
He’s probably right. Silas keeps things to himself if he thinks they don’t matter.
Whatever made his wolf so restless, I need to know about it.
“I’m your Alpha. You shouldn’t be keeping secrets.”
“It’s not my secret,” Carter mutters.
“Spill, or I don’t make breakfast.”
He looks around. “It’ll be easier to show you. Where’s that yearbook …”
He can’t see what he’s looking for and opens the blinds instead, getting up onto his tiptoes to peer out into the back garden.
“Ah-hah!” he announces, before he darts to the back door.
He steps outside, and I watch him retrieve something from the slightly overgrown grass.
He hops back to the house, clearly trying not to get his bare feet too dirty.
Stepping back inside he beams at me, showing me the book.
“What the hell is that?” I ask, frowning at the date on the cover.
It’s definitely a Wolf Creek High yearbook, but the date on the front is before our time.
What could it possibly have to do with Silas?
“Give me a second and you can see for yourself.” He opens it and starts flipping the pages.
