QUIET DAYS.
Mireille
Morning in the forest arrived gently. Soft light filtered through the tall trees, slipping between the branches and reaching the small wooden cabin hidden among them. The world outside was quiet except for the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional call of birds waking to the new day.
Inside the cabin, someone was already awake.
Mireille stood in the kitchen, tying her long black hair into a loose ribbon behind her back. The faint glow of the hearth illuminated the room as she finished preparing the fire.
Cooking for five people required preparation. Especially when four of them were werewolves.
The wooden floor creaked softly as she moved about the kitchen. A pot of soup simmered slowly above the flame while several pieces of meat rested on a pan nearby.
The smell spread quickly through the cabin.
Mireille glanced toward the staircase leading upstairs.
"They'll wake up soon…"
She murmured it quietly, almost to herself.
