Catherine made her way down to the main kitchen, where the evening cleanup was in full swing. The space was warm and bustling with activity....omegas washing dishes, putting away food, chatting about the day's events.
She spotted Elena near the back counter, organizing dish towels with another omega, her blonde hair pulled back in a practical braid, her cheeks flushed from the kitchen's heat.
"Elena," Catherine called out. "Come, child. I want to have a word with you."
Elena looked up, surprised, but immediately set down what she was doing and followed the older woman. They walked in silence through the hallways until they reached Catherine's private office.....a small, tidy room that smelled of lavender and old books.
Once inside, Catherine turned to study the young wolf in front of her.
