Morgan led Chase back to the manor, seemingly oblivious of the latter’s inner turmoil. Chase wanted to know what both Simon and Korrin were referring to when they said it wasn't their place to tell him. He let out a soft sigh and looked up as they reached the door to the manor.
Chase took his hand off of Morgan’s arm as the wolf shifter opened the door, motioning for him to go in first. When Chase stepped inside the smell of whatever Morgan had made for dinner washed over him like a tsunami. His stomach rumbled quietly as he sniffed the air.
He found himself wandering towards the kitchen to investigate, Morgan trailing behind him quietly. “It’s garlic-buttered sirloin steak with potatoes and mushrooms,” Morgan stated as Chase pushed the door open to walk inside.
“It smells great,” Chase complimented. “Is it done?” He tried not to sound too hopeful, not wanting to seem impatient about it. He hadn't eaten since much earlier in the day and his stomach ached with longing.