My Name is NOT Cupcake novel Chapter 12

The next morning, I stretched and took a quick shower. I dressed in a pair or baggy gray sweatpants and a loose-fitting black t-shirt. I walked down the curved staircase and into the kitchen. The room was bright with sunlight. Elias was already there with food.

"Morning, sweet cakes," he smiled

"Sweet cakes?" I asked, weirded-out.

"Honey bun?" he tried again.

I shook my head.

"Cupcake?"

"No."

"Sweetheart."

"No."

"Princess."

"No."

"You know I was really gunning for cupcake."

"Stop... just stop," I said in frustration, sitting at the bar. "Nova will suffice, Elias," I said.

"Elias is what everyone else calls me. My family calls me Eli. You can call me that as well," he said, setting a plate down in front of me.

"No," I replied.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"What language is that?" I asked confused.

"Croatian," Taylor answered absentmindedly.

"Why is Mason coming?" I asked confused. They both hesitated, having a stare off before Taylor sighed and broke eye contact first.

"We don't know. We think he's trying to retrieve you, but we won't let him get that far," Taylor promised.

"But Mason is my... friend," I said. Elias shook his head and took my empty plate.

"Not right now he's not," Elias muttered. "Nova, why don't you continue reading that book I gave you? I have business to attend to," to said before he left the kitchen. Taylor shot me an apologetic look before he followed behind him. I went back to the bedroom and decided to continue reading, but not because Elias told me to.

'The lone wolf, or the rogue, is either born into that life or they have been exiled from a pack. It is rare that a pack will accept a rogue to join them, but not impossible. Rogues can be driven mad by the loneliness. Mainly, the rogue will just try to reek havoc on packs surrounding them. All Lycan have a specified job from, practically, birth.

A Salutary is a healer, or doctor. They show a gift of nurturing at a young age. They are taught old healing recipes and anatomy of the Lycan. They serve in the hospitals, nursing centers, and orphanages. Their main job is caretaker. The Sentinel, or warriors, are mainly male. They show great promise in being strong fighters at an early age. They are trained in combat and stealth. Trackers, do exactly that. They have a keen sense of smell, even more so than a normal Lycan. They are quick and quiet. From their childhood, they learn to be hidden and quick. Their sense of smell is used to track pretty much anything.'