Chapter 10: Wolfless

Zane’s POV

She approached the lavish table, clearly nervous. I was already there, waiting. I motioned for her to sit, across from him. Her hands were shaky. I fixed my eyes on hers and watched as she took her seat. She was quite graceful and looked lovely in a long silk dress. I nodded my approval.

“It’s okay. You can relax. I won’t bite,” I said, trying to put her at ease with a joke.

“I…I didn’t think you would,” she answered in a serious tone. Clearly, she had missed the joke. So I changed the subject.

“Do you enjoy salmon?” I asked. I looked down at my plate. Salmon in a white wine sauce. One of my personal favorites. Decadent and delicious. She nodded. “Then bon appetit,” I said. I took a big bite, motioning for her to do the same. She smiled appreciatively. Good, she likes salmon, I thought to myself. Then I decided to address the question on my mind.

“Don’t you have a wolf?” I asked. The question must have caught her by