I was enveloped by a nice and warmth hug coming from Storm. The same hug I always receive whenever he consoles me if he saw me crying. My forehead knitted when I heard Claude lowly growled under his chest. When I shot him a glare, he was holding the bread knife tightly and shot us a dead glare from our position. I was confused from his action.
I averted my gaze and gave Storm a tight hug again before we pulled out.
Storm patted my head. "I will surely miss my sister here in my pack."
I smiled from his statement. "Likewise, brother."
"Have a sit and eat breakfast." He offered me a chair to sit in. I sat and faced the table.