If anyone ever tried to treat one of her pack as Sam had been treated by his, Farren would be set on a warpath. Though her penchant for threats and violence was typically limited to the playful variety, she did not mess around when her pack was subjected to anything she did not like. In that case, Farren’s threats became genuine. It was a quality that that she shared with August, the sort that made him a good alpha. If her temper had been a bit more even, she might have been alpha material.
When Sam complimented her mother’s cooking, Farren nodded in agreement. No one could argue that Camilla’s cooking was anything but delicious. She glanced back at Sam and noticed his gaze was still lowered. Would he ever feel confident enough to look her in the eye? Farren didn’t take it personally; she didn’t think that Sam made eye contact with anyone in her family. Except maybe Jo. “Yeah. I used to get in fights a lot growing up, so while I was grounded, Mom put me to work in the kitchen. Go figure that I’d actually be good at it.” She kept her tone easy and conversational, a task in itself. “I can teach you a couple of recipes, if you’re interested. Mom won’t object to another pair of hands helping out around dinner time. We’ve got a lot of mouths to feed. Always have.”