Chapter 67. The Good Mayor

Madeline’s POV

Thankfully, Uriel and Victor obeyed. Freya guided them to the counter and made drinks for them. She then went to me so she could suggest what was best to cook at times like this. I focused on cooking and seasoning, while she was in charge of chopping and giving me the needed ingredients. Like kids, the alpha and the wizard watched us intently, and later on would talk about things like wars and weapons.

Men like them are sometimes driven by pride, and they do not even realize they are becoming stupid until someone points it out.

“Is that really the next alpha of the werewolves?” Freya suddenly asked while she was currently rolling the white dough.

I had to look up while I was mixing the grand vegetable soup in a casserole. We both looked at Uriel. My eyes then went to his chest where he was stabbed by the dark witches of the forest. I remembered desperately healing him with my powers, for he had lost a lot of blood I thought he