The table was filled with all sorts of assorted dishes and all looked really delicious but Cassandra didn't have an appetite to eat any of them. She sat rigidly on the chair opposite Yakob and kept playing with her food while Yakob dug into his with great relish. There was a proud smile on his face and he looked very happy. The sight made Cassandra's stomach churn.
Yakob's packhouse was beautifully furnished but not as that of Moonwalker's. It was big and spacious but it couldn't be compared with her packhouse. Above all, there was no homeliness here and every wolf she encountered looked tense. They all seem to be on their toes and Cassandra had wondered why. But she knew why now. She had seen how Yakob had slapped an omega silly for spilling his coffee on the table.
Yakob was aggre
