"Get a shirt," I advise Xavion while hopping down the stairs, Python following.
I jump over a few sleeping bodies to pour Python's food. He slips through everything like a ghost and hops onto the counter. I scratch behind his ears as he eats, making his tail flick, and scan the kitchen for anything resembling breakfast.
Living by myself away from society, I only stock up on what's necessary to sustain me. Even if I use everything in the pantry, it still would not be enough.
I'll have to go to the supermarket.
Grabbing my purse, I make my way for the front door, but someone stops me from behind.
"Where are you going, sugar?" he whispers while snaking his arms around my waist and laying his head on my shoulder. I shake off the tingles at the name.
"We need food," I whisper back to not wake the others up.
"They're wolves," I try to make a point, but Xavion doesn't respond. It looks like he fell asleep on my shoulder.
He yawns and nods his head after a while.
"Didn't I tell you to get a shirt?" His only response was to shrug his shoulders.
He mumbles something I can't hear, so I wriggle out of his grasp.
"If you get a shirt, we can go grocery shopping together," I smile, and he gets dressed in under a second. I'm also in shock as he did it at an inhuman speed. I try my best not to think of the visible scars on his abdomen that's still healing.
"I'm ready," he hypes himself up while dragging me with him.
I switch the roles to drag him past the front yard and towards the train station. I want to let go, but Xavion keeps his grip on me, meaning we walk to the train hand in hand.
The morning air is crisp, and the streets are quiet. We arrive at the station, and I buy two tickets while Xavion watches the world with curious eyes.
Still hand in hand, we hop on and wait. Xavion rests his head on my shoulder again, but this time more awake.
He doesn't speak as we depart and walk in the direction of the grocery store. I lead him into the store and grab a trolley.
We'll need bread, maybe some sausages, and a lot of eggs.
"Don't forget bacon," Xavion smirks, and for a second, I'm caught off guard.
Then I remember the mind-reading. Got to get used to that.
"Do I have enough money, though?" I mutter, half to myself.
"I'll pay," Xavion says, showing me a wallet he pulled from one of his pockets.
"Great, then I'll take croissants as well," I say determent.
I'm not letting this opportunity go. Xavion on the other hand, looks surprised for a moment before regaining his composure.
"Alright then, let's go," we both stroll through the place and grab a lot of food.
An hour later, we pay and return to the train with a heavy load.
The fact that Xavion is carrying six out of ten bags along with juice boxes just proves his strength.
We make it back to the cabin, stumbling with all the bags.
"Food!"
"Wait," I shove my hand in a stop motion in front of the eager guy.
"We'll have to make the breakfast first," Xavion takes over the conversation.
"That reminds me, I don't know your names," I say while packing out the food.
"Royce, Beta of the Silver Mist, at your service," the hungry guy speaks up first. He has tanned skin with blond hair and brown eyes.
The guy who accused his alpha of not knowing his mate's name steps up with black hair, brown eyes, and cinnamon skin.
"I'm Jaimeson, Jay for short," he nods his head and plops down on one of the barstools.
"I'm Jay's sister, Tasia. We are like the Gamma duo, but that doesn't stop me from putting my brother in his place," a girl with long black hair and big brown eyes waves from the group.
"Eloy, lead warrior, along with some of my best, Imelda, Kao, and Finian," a pale guy gestures to a female and two guys. She looks older than the average age of the group, but still young and beautiful.
"I'm Rae, and I'm here because I have nothing else to do," the girl with pastel blue and purple hair states.
The one known as Finian reacts by hitting her in the back of the head.
"Great, now let's get the food ready," I plead for help.
Imelda, Eloy, and Xavion join me in the kitchen, rolling up their sleeves. The others either settle in for conversation or sneak back to bed, clearly not morning people.
It takes a while but we get there. Eggs, toast or croissants and bacon with extra sausages and a lot of jam.
"Dig in," I encourage them while Eloy wakes Rae and Finian up again, who somehow fell asleep while talking.