Imelda opened the kitchen door. Some she-wolves had cooked for today's breakfast. She only needed to pack and brought the food to the Howling Proud pack. She found John waiting for her there as he ate sausages and vegetable salad.
"Ma, the food here is the best!"
"Eat more! You can come every day. Your father must be happy to see you here."
John grinned. He knew Imelda loved him like her son. "It's okay, Ma. I will eat again in the Howling Proud pack."
"My dear boy, I will go with you and the rest to the Howling Proud pack. Let me prepare the food and drink first."
"Jasmine, Killian's mate and the ex-Luna of the pack, told me she and the she-wolves there would prepare bread and tea. Though she would like to prepare more food, I told her not to." John circled his arm on Imelda's shoulder. "So, don't be too busy, Ma. You should enjoy the event too."
"It won't be busy. I only need to pack the food. Oh, have you chosen the five werewolves?"