Seducing My Werewolf Hockey Captain
he said, though his eyes were still a bit sharp.
Yates joined us a moment later, now wearing a clean hoodie and lounge pants. He sat beside his father, avoiding my eyes. We said grace, and the meal began. I watched them—three wolves eating their steak with a gusto that made me feel like an outsider.
"Not hungry, Gwen?" Scott asked, noticing I was mostly pushing my risotto around.
"Oh, I am. It’s delicious, really," I said, forcing myself to take a bite of the steak. It was tender and rich, but it felt like lead in my stomach.