Rise Of The Moonwalker Pack

Chapter 16- For The Love Of Books

Noah's pov

There is no better smell in the entire world than cooking bacon. Well, fried onions is a close second, but I still say bacon is number one.

My grandmother and I have taken it upon ourselves to cook breakfast every day she's been here. Which happens to be three days. She spends her afternoon in the kitchen getting supper ready and baking goodies for all of us.

It's pretty much a win-win situation. Amora's days were filled with pupsitting Azariah and Jace's three boys, so she didn't get home in time to prepare supper herself. And the rest of us had an endless supply of baked goods to eat and a supper that was made with love and edible food I'd like to add.

I reach for a piece of bacon, but before I can snatch some, my knuckles meet the back end of a wooden spoon. "Noah Lentz, mind your manners." My grandmother scolds me.

"Ow! Grammy that hurt," I hold my throbbing fingers, and give her a wounded look you'd expect from a small child.

"Save the puppy eyes for Ryan, now go set the table," She demands. Since I know better than to argue with her, I do as I'm told. She'd have my hide if I was the cause for breakfast being served late.

Matias, Amora, and Ryan all had jobs to get to, and she insisted that they ate first. Even they weren't brave enough to argue with her.

"Here, let me help." Jess offers as she comes in the dining room. Her and I were supposed to be joining in on the training later this morning, but I didn't expect to see her this early.

Last night, around three in the morning, I got up to use the washroom and heard some weird sounds coming from Azariah's old room. The door was open just a tad, so I poked my head in to see what was up. Jess was curled up in a ball in the middle of the king-sized bed, watching some old cheesy horror movies that were left from when Azariah lived here.

Deciding I had nothing better to do, I got down on my hands and knees and slowly inched my way into the room. She was so focused on the movie that she never even saw the door creep open, so when I jumped up when I reached the end of the bed, she almost shit herself. Her words, not mine. After I was done laughing my ass off, I may have stuck around to tease her about the blanket fort she'd made herself to hide in. I gotta say, it was almost as much fun as picking on Azariah.

"How are you even alive already?" I question her. With it only being seven a.m. she couldn't have gotten much sleep. If any.

"Oh, I was up all night plotting someone's murder," She cheerfully tells me. "Wanna know who's?"

I feign innocence as I look over at her, "Who?"

"Hey, what's the rule about plotting murder before breakfast?" Matias asks us as he comes in and sits down.

"Write our ideas down, and wait till everyone is done eating to discuss them?" I grin triumphantly at Jess.

"My apologies, Mr. Winters," She says in a phony sweet tone.

"That's enough of the Mr. Winters crap. How many times do I need to tell you it's Matias."

Amora and Ryan come in carrying dishes from the kitchen, and following right behind them was my grandmother. All talk of murder instantly stops out of respect to the amazing female who cooked for us. My grandma was a no-nonsense type, and she'd put you in your place rather you were related to her or not. Even Matias and Amora had a healthy amount of respect for her and her rules.