Alpha's Regret, Begging My Convict Luna Back
These ones ate in silence, their backs straight, their movements careful, like frightened animals afraid of drawing attention.
My wolf’s hackles rose.
Nala was one of the older ones…maybe eight or nine. She went behind the counter and returned with a bowl of noodles, placing it in front of me. Jonathan showed his credentials and served himself.
The noodles were springy, glossy with hot oil, topped with fragrant meat sauce.
I glanced at the children’s bowls.
They had plain broth with a few floating vegetable leaves, nothing else.
Nala returned with her own bowl, two poached eggs resting on top. She hesitated, then ate quickly, hungrily, as if afraid someone might take it away.
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