Noah's POV
Four months have passed and everybody has been training vigorously. Since nothing was happening I was pretty much convinced that my mind was playing tricks on me, but every time I saw that picture I was sure that there was someone out there who wants to hurt me and my family. Logan was in the kitchen trying to cook breakfast for the two of us. I was about to stand up and check how he was doing, but Logan was the first to enter the office with a frown on his face. I pushed the chair away from the tab;e and called him over to sit on my lap.
"What's wrong, kitten?" I asked as he sat on my lap.
"We don't have that much ingredients for anything anymore." he frowned.
"What? I clearly remember just asking somebody to buy supplies!" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Me too." he sighed.
