The Hunter's Werewolf

6. 🐺 Legends of Wolves

The next morning, we woke up to the smell of freshly made bacon, cinnamon rolls, chocolate chip waffles, and pancakes. My younger siblings always fight over which to make for breakfast, so we all had to compromise on making both. I swear that they always get into fights, and someone ends up in the hospital emergency room from the fights. Sometimes, they do not even fight at all. I love family mornings because we often come together to eat and learn about our family's history and legends. We also talk about what is happening in our lives. It is also one of the few times we get to spend time together due to our busy lives. This is because we all have busy lives, such as working, playing sports, attending school, etc. My mom always makes breakfast, lunch, dinners, snacks, school lunches, snacks, and everything; she is an excellent chef, while my dad, we will just say, tends to have firefighters always come to the house when he cooks.

Sometimes my dad is not allowed to cook without supervision since the fire department yelled at him the last time. He had a cookout, burned the steak, and almost burned down the whole house. Now the only jobs in the kitchen are washing the dishes or setting the table, depending on what mom wants to do. Hazel loves to help Mom and Aunt Leah bake delicious treats such as cakes, pies, cookies, and anything else you can think of. She always volunteers to clean the bowls and kitchen utensils by licking them clean. She has a sweet tooth for freshly baked treats or anything sweet-related. Sometimes, when she sees a sweet treat, she drools like a dog who just saw a bone. Anyway, we all came downstairs for breakfast and sat down in the dining room to eat when my mother said

"Now, kids, you know the rules." "We must wait until Dad and Uncle Ian get here," she said while putting chocolate and regular milk on the table.

"Awe, come on, I am starving, and you know I need to eat so I can get taller and stronger." Someday I will be one of the most impressive football players, just like Colton and Troy. "Plus, who knows, I may break their football records?" Max said this while trying not to spill any milk on the table while slowly pouring Hazel and him a glass of milk.

"Well, I hope I will be just like Charlie and Kaylie when I get older in cheerleading." I cannot wait until I am the captain of the high school cheerleading team. I also thank you for letting me be a part of the team right now. "I am learning new skills and how to be an excellent caption," Hazel said while stirring the chocolate Hershey sauce in her milk.

"No problem, Haz; we look forward to having you on the team, and you are an honorable member of the team captains' squad." You know you can help us by picking some girls to join this year's team, Charlie. "I would love to have your feedback on many things," Kaylie said while fixing the younger pups a plate of food. She loves being a good role model for them.

"Gosh, if they don't get here within a couple of minutes, I say screw it and let us just eat." "I am hungry," Aunt Karen said while licking her lips at the sight of all the food on the table.

"Alright, let's just eat." "If those boys do not come, we can make them late," my mom said while grabbing some food to put on her plate.

"Hey, what about us?" We are hungry too, and it is not our fault that we are stuck doing packing business. "Sorry, Max, you are too young to be in the meetings yet," Colton said while stuffing his face with waffles.

"Max, how about we ask Dad and Uncle Ian if you can attend the next meeting?" "I am sure they will not mind," I said while trying to cheer him up. TV put the popcorn bowl on my side table, and I fell asleep while sharing my comfortable, warm bed.

"I sure hope so; I hate being left out of significant things such as pack meetings and all that type of thing," Max said while pouring some syrup onto his waffles.

"Hey, what's all this noise about?" I can hear Hazel and Max fighting over chocolate milk again. "Jesus, you both don't need to fight over who gets the last glass of milk." "There is more in the fridge," my dad said while making himself a plate of food.