Chapter 36

The long dining table was already is use. A few pack members sat scattered down the length, quieter than usual, eyes flicking toward me then away. Respectful, but cautious. Watchful.

Rowan, however, was entirely unconcerned with anything except his plate.

He was seated halfway down the table, scarfing food like he'd ben starved. A plate in front of him was piled obscenely high. Thick slices of toast slathered in butter, eggs scrambled with herbs, bacon crisped at the edges, and a bowl of cinn