Chapter 12

He then drops the bombshell, "I hope you like venison."

I stumble into the dining room, where a huge table for two has been set up at one end.

"It's very fresh," he continues. "I went out and hunted it myself during the full moon."

I'm stuck on his previous statement. "You actually did it?"

"Well, you know what I mean. During the full moon, the only things to do are fuck, fight, or hunt." He pulls a chair out for me, and I sit down obediently.

"I'm not talking about the deer!" said the speaker. I lean in closer him as he sits, and for some reason, I lower my voice, as if we're about to be overheard. "Did you use the Right of Accord?" "Does your pack have the Right of Accord?"

He nods and raises his hand, signaling the staff to begin the first course. Orion elaborates while the thralls pour bowls of pale cream soup in front of us. "All packs follow the same law, which Lycaon the Younger gave us." Wasn't that taught in school?"

My head shakes. "I assumed pack law was just the law of our