The long dining table was set with roasted meats, bowls of grain, and bread still warm from the oven. The golden glow of the lanterns flickered across polished wood and glass, softening the sharp lines of Varion’s face as he sat at the head of the table. Jax lounged in his usual careless way to his right, while Orvyn sat stiff-backed across from me, every move deliberate, like a soldier waiting for battle.
“Well, they’ll learn soon enough,” Jax said, waving a hunk of bread in the air before taking a bite.
“The Golden Embrace is coming up soon, after all. Even pups know better than to misbehave then.”
I tilted my head, curious.
“The Golden Embrace? The other festival?”
Jax’s grin widened.
“Ah, the human wants to know more of our secrets. Should I tell her, Alpha?”
Varion smirked,
