Nikolai's POV
I had been eyeing the pile of samosas the whole time. I couldn't remember the last time I had had samosas. As I picked one and tossed it into my mouth almost moaning from how good it tasted, the table went silent.
I looked up in suspicion, wondering what had happened. I could see the pack members suddenly become intent on observing their food. They had been arguing and cackling a few seconds ago. Deciding I didn't care, I tossed three more of the snacks into my mouth.
"We haven't had this in a long time," I commented. "And they never tasted this good either."
I could feel their eyes on me. I never struck up conversation anymore because I honestly didn't feel like it. But I don't know what came over me today.
"Yeah it is. I guess the prisoner girl is good at a lot of thin
