Marcus was different from anyone I'd ever met. The way he watched me, how observant he was while I ate, making sure I ate. He'd been right. Jason never cared that I ate anything. Most of the time there wasn't much left after the lycans finished their meals, or he forgot to come get me from my room.
So the hardly there dinner was all I had. It was more than enough to keep me alive, but I partially thought he enjoyed me being
small. He always commented on liking 'small-framed' girls.
I was definitely that.
I slid the last piece of pineapple past my lips, and savored the taste of it. The lycans didn't have much of anything other than meat.
Even their snacks, as you would call them, were beef sticks and slices of meat.
The pineapple brought me back to my youth. My mother would cut
