Chapter 124

Caesar's POV The kitchen was painfully quiet—except for Helena's theatrical sighs punctuating every limp stab at her sad excuse for breakfast. I barely touched my coffee. My head wasn't here—it was out there, with Sylvia. Who, for the second night in a row, hadn't come home. Helena let out another overacted groan. "Cae, seriously. Why don't you cook anymore? This takeout tastes like regret and cardboard." I didn't even bother looking up. "Sylvia's not here. I'm not in the mood." Truth is, I never cooked breakfast for anyone else. Just Sylvia. Without her scent in the house, the kitchen just felt… hollow. Pointless. Helena pushed her plate away with a dramatic clatter. "You could still cook for me, you know. Like old times." I finally glanced at her, deadpan. "Helena, I wouldn't cook for you if we were the last two wolves alive and the Moon Goddess handed me a spatula personally." Her smile faltered for half a second. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, already irritated by the tone—saccha